⚔️Serberia

— This is a letter from my younger brother, Eilhard, — the aristocrat explained with a smile, — expressing his gratitude and appreciation for the fact that I once relinquished my right to inherit the lands and titles of our father.

Veserod shrugged. In general, he understood the essence of the mechanisms that governed the fates of Gregor and people of his kind, but the very moments of "legality" in these vague matters were meaningless, at best just a piece of paper that could be easily torn or burned. And most of these rules were not even traditions rooted in centuries, having a sound basis for the survival of the people, or a sacred subtext, but simply a phantom invented by the inhabitants of any particular place at any particular time, to which they had no respect and, in any case, tried to find ways to circumvent it.
"Aristocrat," Veserod thought. "A thief who should be put in chains for the common good."
— It's good that you have someone who can continue your work. If he has a knack for it, then it's for the best, because there's no point in going against one's own nature. A wolf will always look towards the forest, no matter how well you feed it.