Cassius's brow furrowed.
"Valheim?" He searched his memory. "Where have I heard that name before?"
Lucius nodded, expecting the question.
"You might remember it from your trip to slay the Leviathan. It's the family that rules over the area where Nala used to stay. The estate where we've been trying to buy the land around the lake where Nala's grandmother is."
Understanding dawned on Cassius's face.
"Ah. Those Valheims."
"Indeed." Lucius's expression grew annoyed. "And despite us offering extremely generous amounts—far above market value for those lands—they refuse to sell. Just to spite us."
He clicked his tongue as he explained,
"As everyone in the continent knows, the two estates don't get along at all."
"The Valheims are old blood, you see. One of the families that helped found the kingdom. Because of that they look down on newer houses like the Holyfields, who have risen to the top in recent generations."
Cassius listened, his expression growing colder.
