As the head of the Turnbull family, Glen could certainly see through the agenda of the elders and executives in his family.Being businessmen through and through, they simply had no intention to go to war against the Lionhearts, if only to protect their precious money and estates.Even if war was inevitable, they would try to delay it as much as they could.Unlike them, Glen had already come to understand that it was no more than a slow death, but those elders and executives were just that rotten. They would rather die than lose their money, and such was the corrupt nature of businessmen."You can go," Glen said, waving Jet off. "I'll see to it myself."Jet bowed and turned to leave, while Glen returned to his seat, taking a deep breath.The Lionhearts had more than overreached, but his family was still a mess. All of them were just too busy prioritizing their wealth that they could not stop for a moment to stand united against the Lionhearts.As a dynasty of business folks, t
Meanwhile, at Lionheart Residence in Morhen, Titus was pacing around, holding a book and reciting the text.It was the punishment his father had sentenced him to—he had to commit to memory fifty tomes of ancient scriptures before leaving his room.And Titus accepted the punishment without complaint."Terrible news, Mr. Lionheart!"Just then, Luigi, one of the family's stewards ran into his study, crying out panickedly.However, Titus only waited until he finished the verse he had been reciting before finally turning toward Luigi. "What is it?"In contrast to Luigi's flustered reaction, Titus remained impassive, his thoughts inscrutable."Sir, we've just received word from the Soranos," Luigi cried mournfully. "Lady Sif has been killed in Jundo Showtown!""Killed?" Titus's eyes flashed coolly as he looked at Luigi. "Tell me everything.""So, the Turnbulls conspired with Frank Lawrence and the South Sea Crow to abduct Lady Sif before, and she wanted revenge. She contacted Blackr
Titus' gaze was dark as he spoke coolly, "The worst thing to do in disputes between dynasties is to seek petty revenge. It ignores the big picture, causing more friction and obstructing any attempts at alliances."Snorting, Titus continued, "But I'm not the same. What I'm doing is to set my chess pieces in my place and wait to make my move. As for Sif, even if she succeeded, all she'd manage is to exile the Turnbulls from Morhen. And is that really a cause for worry for them?"Luigi the steward was actually confused. "But they're one of the Four Families of Morhen now. If they're exiled, wouldn't they lose the title?""Wrong."Titus smirked. "The strength of the Four Families of Morhen is more than what you see. Let's take the Lawrences for instance—their Morhen residence is dilapidated and neglected, but you'd be naive if you claim that they are not one of the four."Looking up, Titus' gaze appeared distant. "Each of the Four Families embodies horrific strength, which not everyon
The black-clad man then asked, "What should we do, Mr. Lionheart?""Stay calm," Titus replied. "Just find out what he came back for, and tell my father about this—warn him to be careful.""Understood." The black-clad man nodded and disappeared with a puff of black smoke."The Lord of the Southern Woods…" Titus then murmured to himself, "Don't tell me he's dying soon? But it isn't the time for that yet…"-Meanwhile, at Turnbull Estate, Vicky regained consciousness around noon, and Frank was checking on her facial injuries.It went without saying that his medicinal paste was highly effective, as the cuts on Vicky's face were already scabbing. At that rate, she would make a full recovery in this."Frank, do you think I'd have to live with this?" Vicky asked as she kept looking at herself in the mirror.Though she sounded relaxed, Frank could see the hint of worry in her eyes. "Maybe."Vicky flinched right then and turned to find his sly grin."Hmph!" She snorted, throwing a p
Naturally, it was none other than Jet, followed by many Turnbull elders and executives."What do you think you're doing, Jet?!" Vicky snapped furiously, while quickly picking up a veil to cover her face.This was her room—who would ever stay calm if they had their door kicked open?!It was fortunate she was wearing clothes. What if she and Frank were up to some hanky panky instead?!Despite her fury, an old man nearly the age of Vicky's grandfather strode up, barking, "We're here because of that prick!"The man was Tamon Turnbull, brother to Vicky's grandfather and whose branch family was assigned to Jarden.And despite his age, he was full of vigor—and spite for Frank.Both of Tamon's sons strode up too, pointing at Frank and snapping, "How dare you kill Sif Lionheart?! Get down on your knees right now, and come with us to apologize to the Lionhearts!""Exactly! Prepare yourself!"As the other Turnbull elders and executives started yelling at Frank too, Vicky leapt in front o
Seeing that some of the Turnbull blackguards were becoming hesitant, Tamon quickly moved to seize the moral high ground instead."Quit being stubborn, Vicky!" he bellowed. "Our family will fall if we don't surrender Frank Lawrence! I don't mind letting Glen keep his leadership, but I won't forgive Frank! We can't afford to bear the crime of killing a direct heir of the Lionhearts! What are we going to do if Simon Lionheart storms our homes with his martial elites?! We'd all be dead, all because of that scumbag!""No, we aren't that weak," Vickly calmly retorted. "You're human, Granduncle. Quit being an ingrate—you look worse than animals."Then, she whipped out a knife from under her bed, pressing it to her neck. "Frank has saved me and our family repeatedly. If you want to take him, you'd have to do it over my dead body!""Vicky!!!" Tamon was clenching his fists in rage at Vicky's radical retort, especially when she called him less than an animal. "You're beyond saving! Don't you
Having received Tamon's orders, Jet gestured for the blackguards to advance, intent on subduing Frank and Vicky."Stand back!" Vicky snarled viciously as they got closer and whipped out a black handgun from under her bed, bringing it to bear at Jet. "I'll shoot if you take another step!"She then wheeled on Tamon. "Starting with you, geezer!""Are you challenging me?!" Tamon bellowed furiously."Put down your gun!" Quentin snapped as well. "Don't make a bigger mistake than you already did!"On the other hand, Wes was laughing as he strode toward Vicky. "Hah! Kill me if you can. I really doubt you'll shoot!"Bang!Everyone was left staring in shock as Vicky shot Wes squarely in the chest.The man did not even realize he was shot until he looked down and found a hole on his chest. He was bleeding straight from the heart.He collapsed to the floor right then, shock still showing on his face as he died."Are you crazy, Vicky?!"Tamon and Quentin were left gaping—Vicky had real
Fortunately, Jet was prepared—projecting his pure vigor over himself as much as he could, he managed to stop Vicky's bullet.However, it still struck him in the chest, shattering a rib and leaving him collapsing miserably.Tamon finally saw that Vicky was not budging and decided to change tactics.Turning away from Vicky, he wheeled on Frank and bellowed, "Frank Lawrence! You murdered Sif Lionheart, heiress to the main Lionheart family! Are we Turnbulls supposed to bear that cross for you?!""Enough already."Frank finally moved, though only to put a hand on Vicky's gun and shake his head at her.If things continued like this, there would really be no turning back.He understood Vicky's intentions too, but he would still rather she did not go on a killing spree."I didn't murder Sif Lionheart… But I can and am willing to take the blame," he told the Turnbull elders and executives, holding up a hand and stopping Vicky before she could interrupt."Since I'm taking the blame," he