Xu Yi looked at Viscount Leslie sitting opposite him with a relaxed smile, torn between irritation and amusement.
"Say... Leslie, didn't you claim you were going back to fight for the right to inherit your family and take control of the entire Stark Family? And what happened? How did you end up getting thrown out?"
"No, no, you need to get one thing straight. I wasn't thrown out. I left of my own accord." Viscount Leslie raised a finger and wagged it. "Those are two very different things. Don't confuse them."
Xu Yi laughed. "Is there any difference? Either way, you've been forced to leave the Stark Family. You can't even stay in the Lampari Kingdom anymore, so you had to come running to me. Did Duke Stark really have to be so harsh with you? You're his own son, after all."
"To great nobles like my father, being their own son doesn't matter nearly as much as you imagine."
Viscount Les... well, when he was expelled from the Stark Family, the Nobles' Council had also stripped him of his noble status. He could no longer be called a viscount.
Leslie showed little disappointment. Instead, he seemed unusually relaxed, as though being thrown out by his own father was something to celebrate.
"Of course it's worth celebrating," Leslie said with a smile. "Living in that house, breathing its suffocating air every day, watching my father and everyone around him constantly scheme against other people-I grew sick of it long ago. This time, I wanted to try my best to change the family, but my father clearly saw through my intentions ages ago. He never gave me the chance."
"And you aren't disappointed?" Xu Yi asked, puzzled. "Now that you've been kicked out, doesn't that mean you'll never have a chance