"You're planning to kill another son?" Celia said sarcastically.
Duke Glirward's face turned an iron shade of blue, but he naturally shifted the blame onto Celia. "What nonsense are you spouting? Am I not doing this all for you? Just because I've been focusing on you, wanting to groom you as the successor, your brothers have become very resentful."
Celia listened as her father did not forget to concoct a bewitching story even at this time, the corner of her mouth curling into a sarcastic arc.
"No need."
"What?"
"You supporting me won't make me the Duchess anyway. Only after you die can I become the Duchess! So, Father, please die! There will be no more disputes once you're dead. Don't worry, I will take good care of your bastards."
"You… You dare to commit patricide?" Duke Glirward was furious, but he still had some reliance in his heart.
