"Lord Ange, is there truly no possibility of reconciliation between you and Lord Adelaide?" After hesitating again and again, Kash finally asked what was on his mind in a low voice.
Ang raised an eyebrow slightly and gently swirled the wineglass in his hand. The dark red wine within glimmered under the candlelight.
Watching the liquid swirl in the cup, he spoke casually, with a trace of mockery. "What, are you planning to be his mediator?"
"A misunderstanding, my lord." Kash quickly waved his hands, his gaze cautious. "It's just that both of you are pillars of the Empire. It would be such a pity if this led to too many conflicts."
"If it truly comes to a fight to the death, the only ones who will benefit are those watching from the sidelines."
Ang looked at him silently, his gaze deep as though it could see through his thoughts.
After a moment, he suddenly smiled, though there was a hint of ridicule in it. "The world is just that strange. Since he chose to become my enemy, who can he blame but himself?"
Kash's expression dimmed slightly, and disappointment flashed through his eyes.
He sighed, but still forced himself to say, "I only hope that in the future... my lord can leave some room for mercy."
"Hahahaha!" Ang burst into laughter, loud and carefree, carrying an utterly unconstrained ease.
Seeing this, Kash knew there was no use saying more. He could only put away his thoughts, bow in apology, and quietly leave the ball with Zenia.
The night breeze drifted by, while the lights and noise beyond the estate gradually faded into the distance.
The two walked slowly beneath the moonlight, which spilled across the stone path and made it seem especially desolate.
"Why are we leaving so