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Because he had long known that the housekeeper would secretly report the situation, and he had already devised a strategy to deal with it.

"Please wait a moment, I will take you to the Duke shortly," the housekeeper quietly withdrew, and Kael frowned, feeling that the situation in the castle was becoming increasingly bizarre.

…

Meanwhile, on the terrace above the attic.

The Lion Heart stood on a platform half a step higher, looking down at two young men with somewhat twisted expressions.

They were none other than the Campbell brothers, Anderson siblings, who had been hung up by Kael.

Behind the Lion Heart, a dark gold cape fluttered in the wind, and beside him stood sixteen middle-aged nobles and several juniors.

Some of them had a mocking smile on their faces.

Some looked rather unwell.

Others had expressions that remained completely unmoved.

There were also those who, like someone enjoying a jest, had a provocative smile and were nibbling an apple on the side.

Surrounding the broad platform were embedded thousands of weapons, most of which had come from opponents defeated by the Lion Heart, and some from deceased friends.

Whether new or broken, these weapons were embedded around the platform, weather-beaten, giving an illusion of being on a battlefield. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

No, it wasn’t an illusion!

It was indeed a battlefield, a testament to the bloody path trodden by their much-respected, beloved, and somewhat feared family head.

Of course, the focus of everyone’s attention was the massive two-person-high skull next to the platform, which was the skeleton of a nearly divine creature known as Titan.

Embedded on it was a huge lance, the favorite weapon of the Lion Heart—the Holy Spear "Stanol."

It was rumored outside that the White Bone Christmas Tree was made from the remains of a Titan Giant, synthesized through alchemy.

But only those fortunate enough to step onto this platform truly understood that this was no rumor—the great Lion Heart had indeed pulverized a mighty Titan.

Every day, with the rise of the morning sun, this powerful lord of the duchy would stroll onto his own platform, climbing a ladder built from the skull of a Titan, and commence a new day of training, undeterred by rain or wind.

Anyone who had been trampled under his feet, would no longer interest him, for he knew they would never catch up to him in this lifetime.

And now, the lord of the duchy was coldly watching the two young men who had been punished by Kael, and said,

"I heard you clashed with Baron Helois. Where do you think you went wrong?"

The two young men, gasping in breaths of cold air, hesitated before one of them, who had just regained consciousness from a spell-induced recovery, reluctantly said,

"I should not have lost my temper and acted rashly."

The other, feeling innocent and inadvertently involved, hung up by Kael and experiencing a significant loss of face, spoke somewhat resentfully,

"It was my fault for not noticing his attack, inferior skills."

After saying this, he hesitated and added,

"That guy is a Scroll Scholar. I’ve never seen scrolls inscribed so intricately. At the moment he cast the Divine Arts, I didn’t even react.

This guy must have the Church’s blessing. Ancestor, now that our relations with the holy Briania continue to deteriorate, we need to be vigilant towards those whose allegiance leans more toward the Church."

"Tsk…" Seeing the two young men say this, Flandre, standing among a few nobles shook her head, sighing in disappointment.

Little slicksters, attacking a person’s character and stance and then fundamentally negating all of his actions…

How dare you use such tactics before your father?

You two are out.

Sure enough, the Lion Heart coldly chided them,

"You little devils, and all you others, let me emphasize once more… if you continue to harbor such thoughts, you can’t survive in the position of a duke like this."

Yes, everyone present was a descendant of the Lion Heart, albeit distantly related.

Whether it was Flandre, Count Rezhe, or Earl Campbell, even those who aspired to vie for the duchy’s succession were nearly all standing here.

And those who weren’t present were not indifferent but merely lacked the qualify.

The Lion Heart, somewhat disappointed, said coldly, "I hope you understand that only the strong have the chance to reason with others, be it the logic of fists, swords, or spells, for the strong are born through the process of proving logic.

Whatever you do in secret is merely a joke—over all these years, who among you has truly narrowed the gap in strength between us?"

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As he said this, the descendants, always embroiled in strife, seemed to come to a realization at that moment, fear surging in their hearts.

The Lion Heart’s exceptionally cold tone sent a chilling, shocking sensation to everyone.

Indeed, wielding extreme martial force, the Lion Heart appeared godlike to them; within the vast disparity in power and rank, he didn’t even need to vent his anger or grind his teeth at his offspring.

Simply standing on that platform, towering high and stepping on the bones of the Titan below him, he delivered a harsh, divine judgement to them all.

"At least with the fear of death, most of you are not so useless.