Godfrey was startled and quickly spoke, "Master, Marquis... didn't show much indication..."
Donovan, who had been lying in bed for over a decade, suddenly sat up with his bloated body.
His pair of cloudy and feeble eyes were filled with rage at this moment.
But in the next second.
A sense of powerlessness emerged within Donovan's body.
Donovan collapsed powerlessly onto the mattress.
Just like his feeble body, his words became weak and listless.
"Forget it... forget it..."
"Now Mark Ducas is the Marquis and holds all authority over the Sword and Shield Corps."
"It's just... the efforts accumulated over generations by the Ducas family may be lost overnight..."
As he spoke the last words.
Donovan's voice had already turned into a murmur.
He didn't care at all whether Godfrey, who was not far away, heard him or not.
Donovan's gaze once again turned to Godfrey and he spoke.
"Is there anything else? If not, then withdraw; I'm a bit tired."
