Rian opened the door and barged in.

The temperature of the room increased with just his appearance alone.

�Who�s going to execute my friend without permission?�

Bischoff said flatly.

�Me.�

�Why the hell? He didn�t commit a sin that deserves death, we only became friends! Just friends!�

�One does not die just because he has committed a sin worthy of death. The intricacies of aristocracy are much more complicated than you think. And those complicated circumstances are handled and resolved by the family, hence you, as a son of a nobleman, were also raised and brought up with preferential treatment.�

�If that�s the case, I refuse such a privilege if it means I have to abandon my friend.�

�You are immature, Rian. Friendships are a mutual thing. What you can share with them is fixed and certain. That is a definite relationship. Does that kid think of you as a friend? How can I believe that? Let�s say he approached you for money, how could you know? How can you trust him?�

�Shirone is not like that.�

�That�s what I�m saying. How do you know that? Prove it. Bring some kind of evidence that proves Shirone is not that kind of person.�

Reina chewed on her lips.

�He�s totally caught up!�

There was no evidence that could prove Shirone was a true friend because nobody could look into a person�s heart.

Feeling a chill from his father�s words, Rian slowly grabbed the handle of the sword strapped on his waist.

Something hot flooded into his heart.

�I understand now, Master!�

Rian, who understood what Kite meant, burst into laughter.

�HAHAHAHA!�

This was not a staring contest between father and son, it was a battle of wills.

�As expected, I can�t beat my dad. I almost fell for it. Prove that we�re friends� My proof is that I believe in him. Even if Shirone does not think of me as one, he is my friend as long as I believe we are. That�s the best proof you can have in this situation! Trust!�

This time, Bischoff was at the losing end.

After all, what Rian said was also true.�

�So you are going to disobey me, the Lord of this house? This is not a matter between just you and me. It is a matter that involves the house. Noble houses can fall and collapse, even now it still happens. I have to make sure we don�t crumble and fall. I am responsible for leading this house. Don�t underestimate the situation. Even a son of a noble can be ostracized.�

Bischoff burned his bridge.

To kick out his own son.

Not only the servants, but also the members of the Ogent family were shocked at the last remark.

But Rian didn�t budge.

Instead, he answered politely with unprecedented courtesy, as if building a wall between him and Bischoff.

�If that�s the only way to protect my friend, I�ll happily leave.� JrNovels.com