"Actually... someone proposed to my mother."
The Small Earl's face was full of displeasure. "I know exactly what those people are thinking. I won't let them get their way."
As he spoke, a trace of murderous intent seeped into his words. He truly had the urge to kill.
If someone married his mother now, it wouldn't affect his title, but it would still be disgusting enough.
More importantly, what if... what if something happened to him? Any child that man had with his mother would have the right to inherit the title.
They wouldn't need to kill him. As long as they kidnapped him and locked him somewhere he couldn't contact the outside world, keeping him out of sight for a while, they could persuade the Privy Council to strip him of his title according to the relevant rules and choose a suitable heir.
By then, his mother would even have to cooperate with them willingly, because that would be the only way he could survive.
The situation in Gefra itself was extremely tense. The struggle between nobles, and between the nobles and the royal family, had already begun to show itself. There would very likely be several reshufflings of power in the days ahead.
To fight for more support and power, the nobles would begin resorting to every possible method, just as they had during every major upheaval in the past.
In ordinary times, these gentlemen who needed the public to look up to them and held themselves to strict standards would tear off their disguises at times like this and become man-eating monsters.
Everything in society would become nourishment for them to consume as they fought one another. Didn't want to get involved? Then you could only be swallowed whole! Fortunately, there was now another path to choose: