Boom!
Asher, stained by his sister's blood, walked into Duke Mormont's courtroom, where the Duke, Count Adamos and his son were.
From their dressing, Asher knew the lords had retired for the night but the incident pulled them out of their beds.
Still, his expression was as cold as when he faced Nephis.
"Lord Asher…" Duke Ohad called out, seeing Asher's unpleasant expression.
"I sat in the comfort of my room and my only sister was nearly killed. There were no guards in the vicinity, why is that?"
Duke Ohad took in Asher's cold, sharp words with a little smile on his face.
Then his expression became solemn. "It's a scheme probably to destroy our alliance. There is no reason for me or Lord Eric to harm your sister. Do you think there is?"
Asher breathed out, his eyes narrowed. "I doubt. But I did sense animosity from your son."
Duke Ohad raised an eyebrow. "My son?"
