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Rory's voice rang out, his arms spread wide, as though he were already standing on the stage of the largest theater in the Einhaas Fief, receiving the adoration of every spectator.
As for the people beside him?
Naturally, they were part of the audience too.
For now, they merely supported him, playing their minor roles.
His younger brother and Lady Windsor, whom he intended to pursue, were no different.
The only difference lay in how much stage time they received.
Take his younger brother, for example.
With talent far surpassing his own and their father's immense favor, Burton had played the enemy for a considerable portion of his life.
Until...
Carral appeared!
That wretched distant relative not only possessed greater talent than Burton, but, in a certain sense, he truly had a claim to a share of the Einhaas Fief.
So, at the time, Rory had felt as though he were facing a formidable enemy.
What he had never expected, however, was for Burton to take the initiative and extend an olive branch.
At that moment, he had understood the true meaning of the saying that there were no eternal enemies in life. He had also realized that gaining genuine control over Einhaas would not be as difficult as he had imagined.
Just like now-
The Marquis's eldest son studied the expressions of the young nobles around him.
After some consideration, they were visibly tempted.
Even Miss Windsor, Viscount Windsor's only daughter, was no exception.
This lady had no rivals. Once Viscount Windsor passed away, she could inherit everything her mother owned, but... who would not want to earn greater renown through their own efforts?
As for the others?
Some were just like Miss Windsor.
The rest were like his former self, desperately coveting inheritance rights they could not