“Go and call Fiona. And send a letter to the head of the brotherhood. Let him know that I will break his legs if he doesn’t come here in five days.”

“Yes, father.”

“Your excellency, you punk.”

“Yes, Y, your Excellency.”

Luca quickly left the room after saluting.

“What a pathetic excuse for a son… Dammit.”

Once Lucas disappeared out the door, Otto muttered under his breath.

“I need to take care of it as quickly as possible. If that boy becomes the next margrave, we will never have another chance.”

Ott looked out the window with sharp eyes while talking to himself. His son Lucas was quite competent as a knight. He excelled at handling the greatsword and was quite prideful, allowing him to maintain control over Mirin’s knights. He was quite talented in tactics as well, leading several battles against the barbarians to victory.

However, that was it.

Within the empire, he would be suitable to become a commander of an army or a lord of a random countryside. Unfortunately, Lucas was far from filling the shoes of a great lord who would shake the world.

“That is why I must...