Chapter 800 – The Heiress of Envy House
A subtle jab.
Not disrespectful.
Just… pointed.
Because everyone here knew the rule.
Outside Sins could observe internal succession battles.
They could not interfere.
And Lux hadn't.
He'd nudged.
He'd suggested.
But he had not struck.
Livia's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.
She didn't like that.
Didn't like that he stood so comfortably in the gray space between involvement and innocence.
But rules were rules.
"True," she said finally.
The word tasted like compromise.
Her gaze shifted to Cyrinne.
Cyrinne stood firm, exhaustion hidden beneath composure.
"Since Vira is dead," Cyrinne said evenly, "I am the heiress of Envy House."
Livia laughed.
Soft.
Not amused.
"Don't be so fast."
The nobles stiffened again.
"Envy still has heirs and heiresses," Livia continued calmly. "My daughter was only Vira."
Only.
Lux noted that.
Cold.
"The Lord," she went on, "has others."
There it was.
Political reminder.
