Lanno's Probe

"What are you trying to say?"

Anvis remained impassive. Fiona was close to the Fourth Princess—what did that have to do with him, a student at Pamir Academy?

"I once heard that your younger sister possesses terrifying talent, surpassing every member of the Olyvendi Family, including you.

"Now, she has also established a connection with the Fourth Princess. If she is allowed to continue developing like this, her personal strength and the forces under her command will likely soon surpass those of any descendant of the Head of the Olyvendi Family."

Watching Anvis's eyes, Lanno set his teacup back on its tray, his tone serious.

"I know you must have secrets of your own, but even you probably cannot match the speed at which she is growing stronger, can you? Not to mention that she has already obtained a territory of her own.

"At this rate, her becoming the next Head of the Olyvendi Family is practically inevitable.

"Anvis, have you considered making preparations for yourself early?"

"My dear Lanno, I think you may have misunderstood something. I have no interest in the position of Head of the Olyvendi Family. I do not care who takes that seat.

"Besides, Fiona and I have a very good relationship. If she truly takes that position in the future, I will only wish her well."

Understanding what Lanno was getting at, Anvis gently shook his head.

"The Olyvendi Family is not the royal family. We would not fight for that position regardless of all consequences. Besides, the position of Head of the Olyvendi Family requires the absolute strength of the ninth rank, something beyond my reach."

"But people change. As their status changes, so do their thoughts."

Lanno was not surprised by Anvis's response and shook his head as well.

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