I have never seen such a displeased look on Father's face before. Even his stone-cold demeanor can be cracked.
"How dare you speak to your father that way? Have some respect!" Stepmother barked like the dog she was.
"We're discussing politics, and Lord Ravemont here has made an error. It's within my authority to speak on it."
I flickered my gaze back to Father, who didn't look away from me. I could sense a quiet anger rolling from him.
"Incomplete reports will not be tolerated. I suggest we get both the good and bad harvest, as well as every conflict. Are we in agreement, Lord Ravemont?"
"Beloria does not belong to the beasts!"
"That's where you're wrong, Lady Ravemont. This alliance was meant to combine forces. Beloria was a weak country, hiding away from the snowbloods, but with the help of the Lycans, they were able to step out into the world and reclaim their lost lands, not as an independent country."
