"For colluding to poison their own blood… I want you to confiscate their assets. Revoke their trade rights. Reduce them to paupers overnight. Strip them of the Ackerman name. Strike them from the baronial registry and remove their nobility."
Upon hearing Bruce, Valyria inhaled sharply.
As he finished speaking, his smile widened, slow, effortless, and terrifyingly serene.
A wave of killing intent rolled across the office like a silent blade. The air changed.
Not violently. Not outwardly.
Just… heavier. Valyria felt his thick killing intent, everyone in the Order of Knight felt it. But she remained mute. No one took action.
Bruce's killing intent was so thick that it felt like the world itself would shatter if he dared put more pressure.
"As for deadlines…" Bruce's smile widened a fraction. "You have one week. If I don't see results."
Valyria's throat tightened as dense killing intent brushed her skin, cold enough to burn.
"—I'll kill them myself."
She froze.
