It wasn't surprising that someone like this had lost in the competition for succession. No lord in their right mind would make someone so inept an heir.
The baron hadn't even provided a resting room or a moment of respite. Instead, they were requested—though it felt more like a demand—to attend a meal in their current travel clothes.
"The baron seems impatient," Sylas observed.
"That's just the way he is," a servant replied curtly, a hint of irritation slipping into their tone.
Normally, a servant would be outraged by an insult to their master. But this one didn't seem to care, not even a fragment of anger in their demeanor. It wasn't that they were indifferent to their master's insult—they simply didn't care about Sylas's words.
"By the way, only the count and his knights are invited to the meal. Your attendants should remain here," the servant added.