Therefore, the Marquis of Sancher's words are quite reasonable.
However, the Marquis's words caused Lia to fall silent for a moment.
Because what the other person said hit the nail on the head; she did indeed have a reason that was difficult to talk about.
Although she also longed to marry the one she loved, the problem was...
Even if Victor doesn't mind, she still needs to consider his position.
Most importantly...
What will Gwen do if she gets married?
I can't just tell Gwen directly,
You need to learn to share.
So, Lia coughed lightly twice to ease the awkwardness, and then asked Marquis Sanche:
"I can certainly understand your son's feelings, so what are your thoughts...?"
She was starting to have trouble figuring out the marquis's intentions.
But soon, Marquis Sanche continued:
"Given that Shulburn is nominally part of the Clavner family, the laws here are actually closer to Imperial laws."
"This means that, in your eyes, the status of demi-humans is no lower than that of others."
Lia raised an eyebrow, seemingly understanding the Marquis's intentions somewhat.
However, she could hardly believe it.
A marquis was willing to risk going against the interests of all the nobles for this.
She looked at Marquis Sanchet incredulously and continued:
“I know very well that once these nobles take control of Shulbong, they will first restore the demi-human slave system here.”
“If we lose the name ‘Clevina,’ the status of demi-humans will be insecure.”
Hearing this, Lia was shocked.
She opened her mouth, looked at the Marquis, and tentatively asked:
"So, you mean..."
The Marquis answered firmly:
"No matter what, he is my only son and my sole heir."
"If even I can't help him, who else can he rely on?"
Marquis Sanchez took another deep breath, his tone filled with utmost seriousness and determination:
“I understand that only by ensuring that the status of the demi-humans within the kingdom is not only maintained, but also further elevated, until they are equal to Shulburn.”
"Only then can my son marry his beloved demi-human in a legitimate and honorable way."
After speaking, he slowly stood up and, under Liya's confused and slightly shocked gaze, bowed deeply:
"Therefore, I implore you to protect Shulben, Miss Lia!"
...
Stepping out of the manor gates and standing in the spacious area, the Marquis of Sancher took a deep breath of the fresh air.
A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.
The fresh air seemed to penetrate his lungs, sweeping away all the pressure and worries that had accumulated in the mansion.
It was worth it for him to use his position to secure this opportunity to be in charge.
He knew that he had turned to the right person for help.
After all, the Clevner family has always valued the cultivation of demi-humans and the maintenance of their dignity.
This respect may not only be based on the laws of the empire, but also stems from the family's deep goodwill towards the demi-humans.
This can be seen from the fact that Miss Lia is surrounded by demi-human guards, and even her personal maid is a demi-human.
However, the enormous bear-man still shocked him for a long time.
But since we've already said all that needed to be said, we've said it all.
Next, he just needs to wait patiently.
With these thoughts in mind, the Marquis of Sancher prepared to embark on his return journey, heading towards the waiting, magnificent carriage.
The loyal servant immediately opened the carriage door and drew back the curtain to welcome the Marquis.
Just as the marquis's hand touched the armrest of the carriage, his gaze inadvertently swept towards the street.
He saw a man wearing a wide cloak and a hood walking towards him.
At that moment, the Marquis felt his steps suddenly stiffen, as if his feet were filled with lead and he could not move.
Even the fingers that were stroking the surface of the carriage with its exquisitely sculpted lines felt a slight sting.
That heavy aura seemed to carry an invisible pressure, making his internal organs feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.
In an instant, all the terrors I had experienced in the mansion came rushing back.
No… that was an even more oppressive aura than that bear-man from before.
Finally, the man walked up to him.
He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but could vaguely see the snow-white fox fur through the neck peeking out from under the hood.
Then, he finally heard that cold, yet somewhat familiar voice:
"You are very lucky."
"You haven't given me a reason to kill you."
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