“Rest earlier, Father. I’m going back first!”
Fane nodded his head and left.
“Al–alright. My son is truly grown up. And so mature too—much more mature than Lance!”
After Fane left, Nash lay on the bed, gratitude written all over his face.
The next morning, the members of the branch family who had stayed the night began to head back.
Everything seemed normal.
However, no one thought that Hudson, who was talking to the two daughters of the Woods family in a pavilion, would actually observe Lancelot heading toward Fane’s place.
“Strange. Why is he going to Fane’s place? The rest of the branch family members have already left. Why hasn’t he left? Why has he gone to see Fane instead?”
Hudson frowned as he stared at Lancelot’s back, suspicion carved on his expression.
He had been thoroughly embarrassed yesterday. He had wanted to kill Fane, but he had not been able to lay even a finger on him before he was eliminated.
He had even thought that Fane would be the last contender in the world to become the champion and the heir to the Woods family.
“I actually admire him. Think about it. He was raised in the mortal realm. Someone like that must have insane innate talent. Who wouldn’t be envious of that!”
The other young woman flashed a small smile. “We just don’t know if he’ll be able to lead us properly once he becomes the master. After all, the Woods family is huge. Being the master is a difficult position!”
At that moment, Lancelot had already arrived at Fane’s place.
Meanwhile, Fane had risen early. He now sat below a tree in the garden, sipping tea from his cup and waiting for Lancelot.
“Greetings, Young Master Fane! I never thought that you’d be up this early!”
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