The support that a prince or princess receives from a noble goes beyond mere words. In theory, a nobleman chooses to support the heir he considers most suitable to become the future ruler. Your support involves helping in their work on actual duties and guiding the heir when necessary. It is a mutual agreement where the noble swears to fulfill his duties within the political scenario to assist their future ruler to administer the entire Empire. Such as the marchers who are responsible for guarding the borders, for example.
The Marquis Kahar assists the Seventh Prince, Elyon, with the borders of Baydenn's region. He certainly serves Emperor Rehael, but his loyalty can be extended to Elyon if he becomes the Emperor. Thus he would commit himself to protect the borders from Geledel's enemies.
It is like a role of godfather and godmother, who will guide the future ruler in the absence of his predecessor.
There were many nobles who fulfilled this duty to each of the heirs. It is clear with the exception of the renegade prince, since the Eighth Prince abandoned his duties when he became cloistered in the palace itself, becoming forgotten by all nobles and automatically disqualified for to the throne. However, despite the duty to help the prince and princess walk the path of prosperity using the staff of wisdom, many supports arose from greedy agreements.
A nobleman guarantees his support if he gets something in return. Blind loyalty seemed to be on the wane at that time.
At first, when Raven Saint Richmond was born, many nobles naturally chose her because she is an omega. However, Cadec Saint Richmond performed great deeds using a wisdom worthy of a ruler even if he is an alpha. This attracted many nobles to swear allegiance to him by free will and without wanting anything in return.
Unfortunately one or the other greedy arose, of course.
One of them was Moutuni.
Man of pleasures, the man who seemed to delight in the scum of society. A man who spends his fortune on gambling and women, regardless of his reputation or noble role before the government. Just a bum who wants to get more than he is able to bear.
His late wife was the one who kept the county under control. A very respected woman when she lived, who attended political meetings, managed her own territory and let her husband zoning as much as he wanted since he never dared to interfere in her work. For some it was a cold and not at all charming woman, for others it was an expected attitude when you are married to a scum.
Fact was that she denied her husband after a bastard child came into their lives. She did not mistreat the child, but did not take him in. Moutuni mistreated, which made the child's mother swear her hatred for him. As expected, Count Moutuni was a pattern of gossip and disdain on the tea tables.
In the end, the Countess died of an incurable disease, and Moutuni obtained all the power that until then had been denied by her.
"I have no doubt that this worm poisoned his own wife and gave her an excuse to get sick", thought Magnus as he felt the night breeze hit his face and watched his target's servant finish dispatch a letter.
As soon as the servant turned his back, Magnus watched the postman move away long enough to be ambushed. In a deserted and dark street, Magnus approached surreptitiously and struck the neck of the postman causing him to faint. His bag of letters fell on the ground and Magnus looked for the envelope that contained Moutuni's seal.
The immaculate envelope contained the name of the youngest Grimwood.
"Ha... you're really begging to be killed."
Tearing the envelope, the omega took out the letter and began to read its contents. In the light of the lamps scattered through the street, the red eyes began to see those words with a growing fury. The lured fingers crumpled the scented paper, as if yearning to tear off the neck of the said who dared to write such shameful words to Eugene.
Turning by the heels and leaving the poor postman unconscious, Magnus marched through deserted and parched streets illuminated until he reached the mansion where the Count was hiding. As far as their investigations have revealed, Count Moutuni was currently staying in a casino from which he was a frequent customer.
His plan was to let the subject reengage in false glory, thinking he was in control. Only that letter containing blasphemy against the Grimwood changed Magnus' plans completely.
Now Magnus only wanted to cause pain.
Stopping in front of the mansion, he kicked the front door causing a huge noise. The smell in the air already denounced the dozens of people gathered in some corner of that house, betting their gold coins in gambling. Some uniformed servants who were nearby turned in terror at the sudden presence of the omega.
"Where is Count Moutuni?"
The uniformed servants exchanged glances and faced the broken door hanging by the hinges. One of them trembled while talking.
"It's in the gaming area, my lord. Shall I announce your visit?"
"Do it", ordered Magnus narrowing his eyes.
The servant ran out and Magnus took the opportunity to look around the mansion.
Casino Council of Behemoth, a bustling place thanks to the noble swaggers who wish to plunge into pleasure and wealth. As expected, it is a huge and ostentatious place, full of works of art scattered along the long corridors to prove its grandeur.
Of course, Magnus has heard about that casino. Several broke nobles have tried to sue the owner of that place for scams. He has seen the person going to court several times, and always leaving unharmed for lack of evidence of the charges. In fact, he heard that the person always had compromising evidence from his clients, ensuring that no scam was ever used.
Only the ignorance of your customers in not knowing when to stop betting.
Magnus' dark boots could hardly be heard as he walked the velvety carpet under the watchful eyes of the casino staff. Approaching a huge door, he could hear the muffled sound of the central part of that place, where probably the real fun was happening.
It was not his intention to sneak there that night.
"I've heard that Count has spent the last days here, I didn't know that the casino turned hotel."
The employee sweated cold and looked nervously at Magnus.
"The Count sold the mansion because of the debts and since then he has been in the VIP area."
Fueling Magnus' curiosity, he turned to the employee.
"Hm... so he's been hiding out here lately since he doesn't have a roof to live on. How merciful of your master to let such scum dirty your carpets", Magnus stopped walking and looked up, observing the huge staircase that led to what would be the VIP area. "Let's avoid bigger problems, take me to the Count's rooms. I will wait for him there."
"Yes, Your Grace. O-Over here."
The most pleasant part of his title was precisely to be able to come and go wherever he wanted without having to give justifications. Magnus was not the kind of nobleman who abused his power, but when he did, everyone knew they should never get in his way. When Magnus saw some employees whispering, he already imagined that the famous owner of that place should be notified of his forced entry at any moment.
Magnus only hoped that it was not a fool who would prevent him from ripping the head of the son of a bitch of the Count.
The room where the Count was staying was exquisite as well as all that place. Magnus found the man's belongings scattered all over the room reflecting in a filthy mess that made him wring his nose in disgust.
There, Magnus observed the dusty bookcase and the cluttered table with papers of letters and documents. Approaching, Magnus sat down in the chair behind the table and put his feet on the oak table, pulling out the pile of mail to see which letters he had last received.
It was not surprising to find one of Eugene, from which Magnus read immediately. Your brother seems to have been very polite in refusing your visits and using your classes as an excuse to avoid the Count. However, considering the letters that Eugene sent to Magnus, signed with the Earl's name, it was clear that he intended to ignore the young Grimwood's warnings and do as he pleased.
This made his anger increase.
The door of the room was opened by the man wearing branded clothes, but worn on the collar. By the perfume that Magnus could feel from a distance, that guy should be with some woman and the pink cheeks indicated the alcohol content. A man with curly blonde hair, which would certainly be the only beautiful thing in it.
"Finally decided to appear, Count Moutuni. It's time to settle the score."
Finally he saw the face of the fellow who he thought was bigger than Grand Duke Grimwood.