And below the military banner sat a towering, imposing man.
Duke Edmund, Lord of the North, the true master of the entire Northern Territory.
His face seemed carved from stone, and the scar that meandered from his left eye to his jaw added a chilling aura of menace.
Even sitting still, he exuded an inescapable sense of pressure.
Pal's gaze intensified, immediately discarding his earlier flippancy. He replaced it with a well-drilled smile, bowed slightly, and respectfully handed over the pioneering credentials sealed with the Royal Family's crest.
"The Calvin Clan, Pal Calvin, reporting in."
Willis followed suit, his movements swift but his expression unchanged, silently presenting his document.
"Willis Calvin." He spoke simply, without any unnecessary words.
Edmond took the documents, glanced at the seals, and his eyebrows twitched slightly, his tone noticeably softened: "Oh—he's from the Calvin Family… Louis's older brother, I see."
