"Damn it! The gods have truly abandoned me!"
Bang!
Inside the luxurious room, Zarak slammed his right palm onto the table with a loud thud.
His chubby face flushed red, and his breath came in short gasps. The past few days had been nothing but hell for him.
Elina had received an honorary title from their father, along with many privileges Zarak had never even imagined before.
If asked whether he was jealous… of course he was!
If only that title belonged to him, he wouldn't have ended up in this miserable situation.
To make matters worse, news of his grandfather Belfor Horven's death had arrived. His mother had previously said his grandfather was fine and had been living in seclusion away from the Empire.
But disaster struck. Instead of arriving safely, his grandfather's horse-drawn carriage was found destroyed in the middle of its journey to the southern region.
