"I wish I could visit and share a drink with you, but the situation won't allow me to move freely. Please forgive me, my dear brother-in-law. I'm writing to you now because of Caron. I know you cherish him deeply, but..."0

"Hah, it seems my brother-in-law and I don't see eye to eye on this," Gyle said with a wry smile as he read the letter from Duke Halo that Zerath had handed him.0

"Whose letter is that?" asked Mayor Grine, who was sitting across from Gyle and sharing a drink.0

"As I mentioned earlier, it's from my brother-in-law," Gyle replied.0

"It's from Duke Halo?" Mayor Grine asked.0

"Yes. He's telling me not to interfere, no matter what Caron does tonight. He says a wolf handles matters in a wolf's way," Gyle said.0

"It seems he's raising his grandson to be quite strong. That's very much in line with how the Leston Duchy operates," Mayor Grine said.0

"Let's have a drink," Gyle suggested.0

"Yes, sir," Mayor Grine agreed.0

The two clinked their glasses lightly, then downed their liquor. Gyle exhaled deeply as he set the letter down. He desperately wanted to keep his grandson safe, but things weren't going as planned.0

Caron was only thirteen years old. He was still at an age where he needed his parents' protection. How could Gyle just sit back and watch as his grandson walked into danger? Worry gnawed at his mind.0

"With the Duke directly involved, it seems there's not much I can do," Mayor Grine admitted.0

"What do you mean by that?" Gyle asked.0

"Earlier, your grandson made...0