I Received The First Time Of My Extraordinary Superior (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 129

Duke Orwello, apparently already aware of Marquess Douglas Redford’s visit, remained calm.

Seeing Duke Orwello—normally averse to power struggles and factional disputes—step forward like this, Marquess Vigour Asner reluctantly sat down on the sofa, feigning defeat.

The nobles of the Arsenal Empire are broadly divided into three factions: the Imperial faction and the Noble faction, locked in sharp political opposition, and the Neutral faction, which strives to prevent any imbalance of power between them.

Though the head of the Neutral faction is officially Dean Asner, who commands the military, the influence of Orwello—who has maintained neutrality for decades—cannot be ignored.

The mere fact that the heads of these two houses and the leader of the Imperial faction, the Redfords, had gathered in one place was enough to draw attention—but considering that the Redfords were currently under investigation for treason, there was no need to say more.

Before any misunderstandings could arise, Logan Redford placed the documents he’d prepared onto the table and began to speak.

“I sincerely apologize to Dean Asner and Duke Orwello for arranging this meeting abruptly without sufficient prior consultation.”

“Apology? Nonsense. Just read this.”

Seemingly displeased by his grandson’s deference, Marquess Douglas Redford pushed the documents across the table.

Emphasizing his disinterest, Dean Asner crossed his arms and sneered.

“Why would I? You’re clearly trying to drag my son-in-law and me into your filthy schemes through your grandson—but you won’t succeed.”

“Exactly, old man. I’ve come to pull off a proper scheme. This time, my grandson intends to send that rat-like Duke Yant straight to ruin—and while I’m at it, I’ll also give you a chance to earn some goodwill from your future granddaughter-in-law.”

Marquess Douglas Redford would never utter idle boasts or bluster—especially when it involved bringing down Duke Yant, a thorn in his side. Dean Asner snatched the documents off the table with a swift motion.

“Hah! Let’s see if it’s as impressive as your words claim.”

Dean Vigour Asner, who had loudly boasted moments earlier, gradually grew stiff-faced as he opened the documents.

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