The Shock of the Two Department Heads

Night fell like ink.

The halo radiating from the entire Black Fortress illuminated the earth like a dazzling lighthouse, mysterious and majestic.

Inside the castle, hundreds of servants in finely tailored uniforms fluttered through the rooms like butterflies, their steps light and orderly as they delivered dish after dish to the coldly decorated dining hall.

At that moment, a solid wooden round table in the center of the spacious dining hall had already been covered with all kinds of food, gleaming temptingly beneath the soft light cast by the crystal chandelier.

For this family dinner, Roland had not chosen one of those aristocratic long tables where everyone sat several meters apart and had to shout to be heard. Instead, he had chosen a compact round table, with everyone gathered closely together.

In the rigidly regulated noble world, this would certainly have drawn criticism and gossip. But Gweniel, who had missed Roland for decades, loved it immensely.

After taking her seat, her gaze repeatedly swept across Roland, Elizabeth, Caesar, Ares, and Eve, her eyes filled with contentment.

"Mother, I've been busy with affairs lately and haven't been able to stay by your side often. I'm truly sorry," Roland said apologetically.

"No, no, Roland, don't say that. I'm already very happy just being by your side. You are about to become the ruler of a nation now. You have your own journey and your own goals."

"My abilities are limited. I can no longer help you much in your life, but I will never become a burden to you," Gweniel said hurriedly, shaking her head again and again.

Roland was moved by her words. He could feel Gweniel's deep affection for him, but he had not expected it to run this deep.

"Mother, your abilities are far from limited. You've helped me