"My land?"
Lucas's voice cut through the room coldly.
Aldric let out a soft, friendly chuckle, as if the question were nothing more than a small joke between them. He glanced toward the Baron and bowed politely.
"If I may, Your Lordship, allow me to explain it personally to the Young Master."
Baron Voss nodded slowly. "Proceed."
Aldric took half a step forward, his smile perfectly composed.
"The Young Master's land has… potential. Its location, its size, its distance from the manor—everything is ideal. I intend to develop it into a knight training ground. Nothing extravagant. Simple facilities. Temporary. Structured."
Lucas folded his arms. "And?"
"Of course, I will pay a great deal," Aldric continued casually. "Very generously. The Young Master won't have to worry about managing the fields, the harvest, or pests anymore. You can simply… rest. Leave everything to me."
Lucas stared at him for several seconds.
Not at his eyes.
At his smile.
