Chapter 278

The Emperor's strategy might have seemed sound at first, but it had backfired spectacularly. The South's constant strife had eventually given rise to the Drakenfels lineage, a power too great for even the Emperor to control.

Baron Harald froze for a moment, his expression faltering. The polite smile plastered on his face twitched awkwardly, as if he hadn't anticipated Luke's blunt response.

"B-but, Your Lordship, I assure you, there is no need for such—"

"Enough."

Luke's cold, firm tone cut through the air like a blade. His sharp gaze pierced Harald, leaving no room for further protest.

"This is the South, is it not? If I were to drink or eat anything without a taster here, I'd have to be as foolish as a newborn calf wandering into a wolf's den."

The baron's face turned ashen at Luke's biting words. The atmosphere in the room grew heavy, with even the servants standing at attention, afraid to make a sound.