Successive Allegiances

The silence in the study lasted for a long time. Roland sat quietly in his chair, watching Junot's expression constantly change, his curiosity growing ever stronger.

"Duke Junot, if you prefer standing, I have no objection."

Seeing that Annie was no longer acting up, Junot let out a breath of relief. At last, he nodded and sat down opposite Roland.

Only now did Junot have the chance to carefully examine the son he had not seen in twenty years.

Compared to their meeting at the Fortress of Radiance, Roland had changed tremendously. Not in appearance, but in temperament.

Majestic, noble, domineering, extraordinary—like a rising sun, dazzling beyond the point of being looked at directly.

The only flaw was that this sun did not look at him kindly. There was even a hint of hostility in Roland's gaze.

"Roland, you've grown up. Your mother will surely be very happy when she sees you," Junot said sincerely.

Roland sneered. Between his past and present lives, he was nearly fifty years old. Hearing such words from someone with no feelings for him naturally made him feel repulsed.

"Duke Junot, there's no need to say such things. Why have you suddenly come to my territory this time?"

Roland's blunt question made Junot's eyes darken slightly.

But when he remembered the purpose of his visit, he still forced himself to speak.

"Roland, was it you who rescued your mother?"

"And if it was?"

Junot was choked up, unsure how to respond, but the joy in his heart was beyond words.

"Thank you, Roland."

Roland waved a hand.

"If you only came to thank me, then I've heard it."

Where did this brat learn to talk like that...? Junot cursed inwardly, though a placating expression instinctively appeared on his face.

"Roland, I received news that your