Deflated Malcolm

"A direct heir thrown into some wasteland to conduct trade? Tch… the Goldveil family is truly ruthless, aren't they?"

But Lucein didn't stop.

"Maybe they thought you were useless."

"Or maybe they wanted to train you harshly in this barren land."

"But still, that's too cruel, if you ask me."

Seeing Lucien continuously pour blame while actually insulting him in disguise, Malcolm's face grew darker and darker.

"Even if you had no talent, even if you made mistakes you shouldn't have, shouldn't the Goldveil family have been a little more lenient?"

"After all, they lacked nothing."

"Why send you to such a barren place?"

Lucien kept rambling nonstop, but then suddenly stopped.

As if something clicked, he stared at Malcolm, who stood frozen with a dark expression, and asked suspiciously,

"Wait a minute… Grandfather, maybe… did they throw you out… because you're an… illegitimate child?"

He said it.