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— Either that, or he's doing us a favor. Don't believe everything you hear—although that option is possible, it's not worth rushing to conclusions. Besides, we have no other choice but to carry out the task entrusted to us by the Count and free Imelda.
Count Orlov
— This... — someone whispered from the corridor. — It's none of my business, of course, but if you listen to them, it's not only a betrayal of the Count and whoever hired you, but also something akin to treason. It's punishable by death.
— Allow me to disagree, — Tyros spoke again, — even though I wasn't born from Rutger Riveldstein's seed, I am still his legitimate heir, and I consider it my duty to prevent my father's mistakes... My alliance with Laurentia is aimed at placing me at the head of Myrkoria. I have allies among the influential residents of the city, as well as tacit approval from the central government—Duke Illia will not dare to do anything as long as I have the patronage of Artoria! If you needed something from Rutger Riveldstein, I can provide it to you instead.