"Ned... I'll kill you... You—"

Ned punched Yed in the face even before Yed could finish threatening him, sending Yed slamming into the ground.

Yed's bodyguards rushed forward, ready to save him, only to see Frank shifting his weight between his legs.

"You can keep coming if you don't mind dying."

The bodyguards all paused right then in fear, caught in a dilemma as they watched Frank fold his arms before his chest.

That was when a mini tram bounded down the cobblestone path and a Janko retainer leapt out. "M-Mr. Lawrence!" he cried. "Ciril Janko has gone amok—please, you have to help him!"

"Amok?" Frank frowned, his expression suddenly cool. “I was very clear about not touching him. Did you not follow my instructions?"

paused awkwardly. "But we were distracted for a moment, and Hal

him off. "I get the idea. It was

Ned had clobbered into a pulp and was barely breathing. "Even the brat's shenanigans were probably deliberate—Yed here had most likely put him up to it." "Yed put him up to it...? Oh!" It

you can see!”

from immense catharsis, his chest feeling light

a cool smile and said, "Yed here has already confessed to poisoning our father... but that's not all. He was ready to kill both myself and Mr. Lawrence here and would have succeeded

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