Chapter 152
The siblings of the Stark Family gathered at Altair.
Since the purpose of their visit was to evaluate Khal’s investiture as a knight, no official welcoming ceremony or banquet was prepared.
Survival of the fittest. The law of the jungle.
One could not survive through clumsy words or flattery.
Even among siblings who shared a good relationship, the members of the Stark Family prioritized the discipline they had been forged with since birth above all else.
In a drawing room within Altair Castle.
Glug glug.
Kiera picked up the wine poured by the servant and looked at Rishta’s face, which was filled with discontent.
“Do you have something to say?”
“I’m sure it’s not the case, but you haven’t suddenly developed some belated sense of sibling affection for the youngest, have you?”
There were plenty of reasons to misunderstand.
For instance, the fact that she had been friends with Khal’s mentor, McCally, during their school days…
And her order to force the injured Frua to leave could also be seen as a favorable move for Khal, no matter how one looked at it.
At this, Kiera burst into laughter as if the idea were absurd.
“Hardly.”
“The only person I feel any sibling affection for is Brother Lamas.”
Her gaze, reflected in the window, was colder than ever.
Recalling past events, Rishta felt a chill down his spine.
Deep-seated murderous intent and hatred—a struggle for the succession that could only exist because they were blood-related.
