Justin sat quietly at his desk, absorbed in the pages of a thick spellbook. The flame of a single candle danced beside him, casting flickering shadows along the walls as no light was coming through the windows due to the clouds.
Leon lay across on his bed, arms folded behind his head, staring up at the ceiling with an unreadable expression.
'So according to Justin and Adeline… Emilia's just a background character in this house. A noble wife tucked into the far corners of the family.
Once married, she had a son, then slowly faded from any important matters. She buried herself in flower gardens while her son left to study magic in a magic academy and neither Jamie nor her son comes home to give her a visit.'
His brows knit together.
'I don't want to do this and it's going to be very risky and extreme. But it's the only way if I want Justin to rise in the successor's line and become the next head.' Leon thought with a serious expression as he sat up.
