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When Alice's brother, Soklon, once again set foot in the city of Uruk in the Kingdom of Algrant, it was already early spring.

The cold wind blowing from the north has been weakened a lot. Although it is still a little chilly, it has also spurred green flower buds on the branches to decorate this cold city of war.

However, for Soklon, he didn't care about this hard-won spring. He hurried through the corridor and came to the door of the family's study room. He took a roll of maps and knocked on the door hesitantly.

"Enter."

Inside the door, the cold voice of Iris Grand Duke Karayan still came.

As the Grand Duke of Iris, he seems to have a lot of work to do, endless documents to approve, and the mountains of letters and papers have not been cut even half a cent.

He just sat, clasping his hands, looking at the document on the table. The ink on the quill beside him was still fresh.

Even though Soklon looked arrogant in front of Alice, in front of Karajan, he was as reserved as a lamb.

He walked into the room almost tiptoeing, and closed the door with special attention. Then he walked to the table and respectfully handed over the map in his hands.

He knew that his father hated it when someone disturbed his thoughts. No matter who it was, he could only wait at this time.

Interrupting hastily will only arouse his dissatisfaction and disgust.

And to make a prince of a kingdom feel dissatisfied and disgusted...

Soklon didn't think about it.

The Grand Duke pondered for a long time, neither reaching out to pick up the map that was within easy reach, nor beckoning Soklon to sit aside and wait. He just left him dry and let him hold the map like this.

The longer the time passed, the more uneasy Soklon became, and even sweat began to appear on his forehead.

This is not tiring. For a Silver-level sword-type extraordinary person, this amount of exercise is not even a warm-up. Even if he is asked to lift for three days and three nights, he may not feel anything.

However, being familiar with his father's temper, he knew that this was his father's way of expressing his dissatisfaction.

This sweat is his cold sweat.

In this study, there was only the occasional sound of turning pages, and Soklon even had to deliberately hold his breath.

Finally, Karayan moved.

He closed the document, signed his name on the cover, put it aside, took out a new document, and then said, "Do you know you are wrong?"

"I know... I know." Soklon had already realized just now that his father probably already knew about his private visit to see Alice.

Although he was unwilling to do so, he could only admit it through gritted teeth at this time.

"you know?"

Karajan still didn't raise his head, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"I...I know, it's about my sister..."

"So you know she is your sister." Karajan interrupted him mercilessly, then raised his head and glanced at Soklon, who was covered in cold sweat, with no emotion in his eyes.

As a superior, of course he can control his emotions.

Soklon responded repeatedly, but couldn't say a word.

"Soklon, I feel relieved that you are doing the work." Grand Duke Iris said in a low voice.

It was only then that he casually took the map that Soklon had hung in the air for a long time, spread it out on the table, flipped through it casually, and nodded from time to time, "The map is good."

Hearing the compliment from Karajan, Soklon's face showed a trace of joy and he couldn't help but puff up his chest.

My father, who always emphasizes simplicity and efficiency, rarely praises others. If he says it's good, it means it's really good.

However, before the smile appeared on his face, he met Karajan's still indifferent eyes.

Soklon's smile suddenly froze, and he could only freeze on his face.

"Why are you looking for Alice?"

"Father, I'm just afraid of her..."

"Don't defend." Karajan said casually, completely strangling the second half of his sentence in his throat.

"...Yes, I went." Soklon admitted honestly.

The father's words were not to ask him to explain, but to ask him to admit the matter.

"reason."

"I, I want to see how my sister is doing..."

The map was slammed on the table along with Karajan's words, followed closely by Karajan's angry shout: "Don't make excuses, Soklon."

Even the heavy and hard cedar and ebony could not withstand the heavy blows from Karajan, who bore the blood of the mountain giants.

Under the Grand Duke's skillful control, the wooden table only screamed and groaned, but did not completely fall apart, and the piles of documents and manuscripts only shook slightly.

"Thoklon, you must understand that your surname is Gladstone, and so is hers." The Grand Duke held the table with both hands and looked down at Thoklon, "Do you really think I don't know?"

Even if the Grand Duke did not deliberately inspire his extraordinary aura, the power brought by his high position was enough to frighten Soklon's mind.

Even though Soklon was determined and tempered, he still subconsciously turned pale when facing Karajan.

At this moment, perhaps it was his illusion, what he saw was not a person, but a roaring lion.

"Thoklon, she is your sister and you are her brother. You have shared the same blood since you were born. No matter whether her surname is Gladstone or Albert, this cannot be changed."

Karajan's voice echoed throughout the room.

He didn't roar, and his speaking speed was still leisurely, but there was an undoubted coldness between the lines.

"But now, what are you doing? Before leaving, I specifically asked you to see what you did."

Looking at Soklon who wanted to bury his head in his chest, Karajan finally snorted coldly and expressed his attitude for the first time, "Soklon, you disappoint me so much."

"Father, I just..."

"Since you know that I am your father, why don't you recognize your sister? Soklon, the family advocates fair competition."

The Iris family's family inheritance rights have always been known for their fairness. Every direct heir of the family has corresponding inheritance rights, and they are firmly opposed to stumbling between heirs and playing tricks on each other.

To some extent, Soklon's behavior has violated relevant family treaties.

"One last time, Sokron," Karajan's tone was frighteningly calm, "there will be no next time."

"Father, I just don't understand why she..."

Unwilling to do so, Soklon met Karajan's eyes, but saw his father wave his hand casually, signaling him to step away. He didn't even want to say any more words, turned around and sat back, and continued to deal with the complicated situation. family affairs.

Soklon's words stopped abruptly. With a gloomy expression, he clenched his fists tightly, but finally loosened them weakly, and quietly exited the room facing the Grand Duke.

Of course, with his distracted thoughts, he didn't notice that the Grand Justice, who was reviewing documents on the surface, was in a daze.

After a long time, an inaudible sigh came from the quiet study.

"Little Ellie..."