The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 160:That’s Not Important

Kael’s jaw tensed. His body moved slightly, preparing to fight or flee. His instincts screamed inwardly.

’Just what kind of shits did Veydrins do have their names spread far and wide.’’

"You are Veydrin, right?" she asked again, her eyes narrowing.

Kael held her gaze, his voice low. "Does that make us your enemy?"

A short pause.

"...No."

The elf stepped closer. In one smooth motion, she pulled back her hood.

Kael’s breath hitched for a moment.

Her hair flowed down like glass threads—crystalline strands of pale silver, reflecting the aurora in soft hues of blue and green. Her skin was smooth, almost translucent, like carved ice with a faint glow from within.

Her eyes were sharp, frosted blue, almost too bright to look at directly. Her face was emotionless, framed by delicate features and long, pointed ears tipped in frost.

She was beautiful in a cold, untouchable way. Like a frozen statue that might never melt.

She looked straight at Kael. Her expression didn’t change.

"At the very least," she said, voice flat, "you won’t be treated badly. But that also depends on your purpose. So tell us... why are you here, petty humans? I doubt crafty people like you would show up this deep in our land without some scheme to profit."

Kael’s lips twitched. He almost laughed.

His voice trembled slightly.

’Damn... they’ve grown. They’re smarter. Calm. Strategic. This is worse.’

’They’ve stopped throwing fists first and started using diplomacy...’

He swallowed.

’That makes them ten times more dangerous.’

....

In The Main Estate of Veydrin Duchy.

The long, silent room was heavy with tension.

Three men sat around a thick wooden table, the only sound being the rustle of a paper report placed at the center.

Ramos leaned forward, reading quickly. His face twisted in frustration, and then...

Bang!

He slammed his hand on the table.

"What the hell is this shit now?!"

His voice echoed through the stone walls as he glared at Grant, fire burning in his old eyes.

"This is such a huge matter yet you suggested sending a newly awakened kid to finish things for you. Have you gone insane?"Ramos screamed at the top of his lungs and seeing Garet’s face he shouted and screamed at him again.

"You knew about this, didn’t you?! You sent Kael out there to get killed!"

Grant didn’t flinch. There was not a wrinkle on his face, not his expensive coat. His face remained calm, perfectly composed as if this wasn’t anything important.

He brushed a speck of dust off his cuff and said coolly, "How could I possibly know the Serpent Gang was involved? Do you think I’m a god?I didn’t make a personal visit there and knew everything?"

Ramos snarled, the veins in his neck visible. "Don’t play that game with me. You really didn’t know? Or are you pretending to keep your hands clean?"

Grant finally looked up, meeting Ramos’s eyes with a polished smirk.

"If even Robert—the coldest bastard in this estate—didn’t know, what makes you think I would? I don’t have eyes in every shadow."

He turned away without waiting for an answer and shifted his gaze to the man at the head of the table.

"Your Grace, is the mine still operable?"

Ramos’s chair screeched across the floor as he stood up again, this time nearly shaking with rage.

"WHAT?!"

His eyes flared.

"Is that what you’re worried about?! A damn mine?! Kael could be dead out there, and you’re talking about operations of mine?!"

"You fucking piece of shit!"

Grant blinked slowly, as if Ramos were just a loud child.

"Kael isn’t that important," he said softly. "He’s just a novice. He won’t change the game. Our priority is Lady Adele. Not some wild brat who decided to play her..."

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when the wind was stirred

Whoosh.

A chilling pressure swept across the room.

The candles flickered awake and wood burst out. The temperature dropped as if winter had crept through the walls.

Ramos’s body stiffened. His anger flared, but his voice dropped low and threatening.

"Say that again," he hissed. "Are human lives worse than trash to you now?"

He took a step forward, hands balled into fists.

But he stopped feeling a chilling warning that came from the front.

"Enough of this farce."

The cold, sharp voice sliced the room in half.

Ruth’s words served as a warning stopping the two from engaging in any further.

He sat still, yet the power in his presence made even the air feel heavy.

Ramos and Grant immediately went silent, their eyes turning to him.

"He’s still alive out there messing around," Ruth said, his voice like frozen steel. "So there’s no need to fight over it and destroy things here. If you have that much free time on hand, do something meaningful."

Grant exhaled slowly. Ramos sat back down, muttering under his breath. Deep down, neither of them doubted it.

That lunatic Kael... he was too damn hard to kill.

Grant cleared his throat, his tone lighter now.

"Should we send men to look for him?"

Ruth didn’t answer at once. He gazed at the map behind the table, eyes unreadable.

Then he shook his head slowly.

"No."

"That’s not what matters most."

"Huh?" Grant blinked. Ramos raised an eyebrow.

Ruth lifted his chin, the shadows on his face sharpening his cold expression.

"The real problem isn’t Kael."

"It’s that some sneaky bastards are moving through my land."

His tone was lethal.

"I want them found.And I want them crushed brutally no matter where they are."

The coldness in the room hadn’t faded. If anything, it had grown sharper after Ruth spoke. The silence was thick—so quiet one could hear the soft crackle of the fire in the distant hearth.

Ruth leaned back in his seat, his gaze falling on Grant, who stood at the side of the table, waiting.

Without shifting his eyes from the map in front of him, Ruth’s voice rang out, cold and commanding.

"Grant," he said simply.

Grant stepped forward, bowing slightly.