"Brother Alatar, what's going on?" Karyk asked, feigning concern and confusion. He glanced between the furious Drike Patriarch and the Guardian of Prince Alatar, frowning. "Why is the Duke attacking your mansion?"
Alatar clenched his fists. "Who knows? That man suddenly went crazy and started attacking us, saying we kidnapped his daughter. The Empire is also siding with him, claiming that I killed their ministers. Isn't it funny?"
"Are they trying to frame you because the Angels are not part of the Empire?" Karyk raised a brow, planting a suggestion in Alatar's mind. "If you truly didn't do it, that means they are looking for an excuse to take you down."
"Tch, these bastards really think that I am scared of them just because I'm in their joke of an empire? I want to see how the Empire dares to kill me! If they want a war with my clan, then they will definitely receive it!"