Frank left Turnbull Estate alone the next day.

He never told anyone where he was going as he drove alone to a mansion in the outskirts of Morhen.

The mansion was modest in size but stood in the middle of a small forest a quiet and clean environment far removed from the bustling city.

Frank's heart calmed considerably just from seeing it, and he stepped through the front door to find a faint tea fragrance wafting from the drawing room.

An ancient, familiar voice spoke from the door. "Ah, you're here."

"Yeah," Frank replied as he strode in to see his father, the Lord of the Southern Woods, seated primly.

He had an antique tea cup beside his fingers, and Frank had picked up its aroma earlier.

"You should sit." A pretty silhouette appeared out of nowhere with another cup of tea, putting it respectfully on the opposite end where Godwin Lawrence was seated.

Frank turned to see that it was none other than Silverbell, and he wanted to thank her for protecting Walter Turnbull but could not. All he did was nod and sit opposite his father.

on his tea before taking a sip before leveling a

"Turnbull affair?"

of his tea, frowning at Godwin. "Are you saying you're

Godown chuckled, but he could

another unprecedented question. "What do you

"What do I think?"

some thought. "I was an apprentice at Mystic Sky Sect before hiding in Riverton to recover. I don't know anything about the factions and rules of

honestly. "Alright. You

stared at

about the state of the country, the players, and the unwritten

old days since Godwin had said his

only summoned him so formally

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