Life at the Top

At almost the same time, far away in Harbor City.

Conrad sat on a skerry at the Dammer Fishing Grounds with a fishing rod in his hands as he stared with focus at the fish maw that danced in the waves.

Waves smacked against the skerry and wet the leg of his pants, but the man remained frozen in place.

He had lived this lifestyle for around a week.

Behind him stood his confidant, Valentine.

“The tide us rising, Mr. Monty. We should return soon.”

Valentine told Conrad softly.

Conrad waved his off and replied, “I haven’t caught a single fish today, I can’t leave yet.”

Valentine sighed gently at how stubborn Conrad was.

“I don’t like seeing you like this, Mr. Monty, it feels wrong to me. I’d rather you vent about it,” Valentine said sincerely.

Conrad smiled and replied, “I know what you want to say, Valentine, but you worry too much. What is there for me to vent? Victories and losses are common in war, and it’s not the first time I’ve lost to Jasper anyway. After a few losses, you start to get used to it.

have any of that fighting and aggression, and a single fish brings me

down and have some patience. I didn’t understand him then, but now that I look at it, Father knew me too well. After these past few days of peace, I’ve finally realized where

“I was too impatient.”

refute but did

there were some things someone of his status and identity could not say. He should never touch on the topic of the Monty’s father-son

Atticus sent an invitation two days ago. Are we really not going to meet

and we share a common enemy in Jasper, and we could potentially work together to defeat him. Not to mention that Mr. Atticus isn’t someone we can easily afford

“He’s in more of a rush than we are, so don’t worry. He’ll come and look for me. It’d be too cheap of me and unbefitting of my person to seek him

them from not too far out in the sea

skerry. The yacht stopped around a few dozen meters away as a

standing atop it. He spoke to

calmly, “I’m

that you’re welcome to go fishing on Mr. Atticus’ yacht if you wish, Mr. Monty. There are larger

here, then it would be disrespectful of me to not

up to the skerry and Conrad got on. At

to halt him. His tone was polite but firm as he said, “My apologies, Mr.

Valentine looked at Conrad.

fishing rod back first. It seems like today isn’t a

made way to the yacht alongside the young man on

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