As Kael stepped into the house, the atmosphere hit him like a wall.
Servants darted in every direction, voices overlapping in frantic bursts.
No composure, no decorum—just pure chaos.
From the Duke's chambers came the sound of shouting, furniture scraping, and something being dropped—loud.
Yue floated in behind him, expression unimpressed.
"Did that bastard finally die?" she asked, deadpan.
Kael shook his head.
"No chance.
He's got thicker skin than an elephant and twice the spite."
Just then, Renald emerged from the corridor, hurrying toward the noise.
Kael intercepted him.
"What happened?"
Renald's face was pale, drawn tight with urgency.
"Young master—the Duke suddenly started vomiting blood.
It's bad. Really bad."
Kael blinked. "Seriously?"
Renald nodded.
"The King's already dispatched a Divine Doctor from the capital.
He's expected within a week."
Kael exhaled.