Westheid's greatest virtue was his flexibility. He knew when to charge ahead and when to beat a hasty retreat.
He never indulged in baseless expectations or allowed himself to be caught off guard. Prepared for any outcome, he could remain perfectly composed even if a mountain were to collapse before him. His defining trait was his unshakeable stability.
"Apologies, I got a little carried away."
Yolanda patted her cheeks and shook her head.
She struggled to remain composed whenever the family's honor was at stake. When she first heard Westheid's ultimate goal, Yolanda had dismissed it as a foolish fantasy.
But after witnessing Duke Qinghui's astonishingly rapid advancement, she suddenly realized that future... might... just be possible? That it wasn't a mere fantasy?
'The Qinghui bloodline... becoming as noble as the Imperial Royal Family? Becoming Divine Descendants?!'
The mere thought of this possibility made Yolanda tremble with excitement.
