"If you lost, the family's reputation and strength would both be damaged... Most importantly, I don't want to lose you."
Charles fell silent for a moment and pouted. Although he still felt a little resentful, he knew his father had a point.
He sighed and said in a low voice, "Alright, Father. I'll listen to you. We'll let this matter drop."
Baron Chase gently patted Charles's shoulder, a gratified smile on his face. "That's my good son. The future of the family rests on your shoulders. Don't take risks over a matter of pride.
Once your wounds have healed, we will plan carefully how to find a foothold for ourselves here in the heartlands of the empire."
Baron Chase's eyes narrowed as he continued, "It's even possible... that Alvin is thinking this way because of your younger brother.
No matter which of you won, Altan was still the one most likely to die. Think about it."
