Tiber was serious. "I also heard that the Golden Knight has been named the Clan's Lord Lieutenant."
Vale's eyes twitched. The position of the Clan's Lord Lieutenant is one where they are responsible for the protection of the Clan leader and his capital. It's a position of power—a very strong one.
'So the old man finally chose him as his heir... but now that I'm back in the picture, I wonder what will happen next...'
"Is that so," Vale said.
Frexon looked at Vale for a long time and shook his head. "Are you really Vale Athrimir?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe you."
"Don't worry. I will prove it."
"How?"
At this point, Vale grimaced, then sighed. "Well... I don't know."
"Can't you write to your father and tell him to send people over that will carry proof or something like that?" Slya asked.
