End of Alaric
Ferdinand's future had always been set. A solid life as a Marquis. Unlike other families, he had no brothers to fight for the title. What had already unfolded before him was a truly comfortable life.
For the first time, however, he felt his vision darken. His life, which wasn't even in jeopardy when he was caught in debt at the gambling house, was now on the brink of disaster.
No way...
This was certainly not how he envisioned things turning out. In extreme anxiety, he began to shout gibberish.
"If it wasn't for the Duke, everything would have been planned for our family to elevate our power! Everything is for the sake of our family!"
"Elevate? Are you saying that without even understanding what's happening right now, you're thinking of such foolishness?"
"Father!"
"I don't even want to hear you call me that—Father!"
Ferdinand's lips immediately closed at the thunderous sound.