As the retainers and bodyguards loyal to Yed encircled Ned and Frank menacingly, Ned snapped at


    Yed, "What is the meaning of this?!"


    "What, you ask? Haha!" Yedughed loudly and coldly. "I won''t hide it from you now, dear brother—


    yes, I was the one who poisoned our father! It''s his fault for choosing you as his sessor! He''s asking


    for it! Also, it''s not just me. Pa is in this too! She''s the one who personally did it!"


    "What..." Ned blurted, looking around as Yed''s men closed in on him in shock and rage. "Have you


    forgotten Uncle Lothar?! If he finds out about this—"


    "Oh, don''t worry. That fool would never know." Yed sneered savagely. "Still, he did mess up my ns a


    little, wasting so much of my time. I would''ve turned on him right away if he didn''t bring those retainers


    with him!"


    "But that''s fine—I made a deal with Sif Lionheart, and she''ll soon be here with the Lionhearts'' best


    men. Once they killed Lothar, I''ll seed Father as the next head of the Janko family! I did not want to


    do this. You all made me do this!"


    Ned was left dumbstruck by the extent of Yed''s treachery.


    "The Lionhearts?!" he bellowed. "When?! Have you forgotten Father''s teachings?!"


    "You can shove your things up your ass!" Yed shot back in disdain. "Might make right—since father


    refused to appoint me as his sessor, I just have to take it! He should have known this would happen


    when he chose you instead!"


    "Yed. You traitor!" Ned yelled furiously.


    "Hah! You''re the only traitor—you can rot in a grave like the queer you really are!" Yedughed and


    turned toward his men. "Go! Kill them both!"


    At his orders, the thirtyish bodyguards and three Birthright rank Janko retainers charged toward Ned


    and Frank.


    "I''m so sorry for dragging you into this, Mr. Lawrence," Ned apologized, even as he unleashed a burst


    of pure vigor that covered himself. "Don''t worry. I''ll clear a path so you can run!"


    "So this is the Jankos'' technique?"


    Frank paused when he saw the yellow projection in the shape of a tortoise around Ned but soon


    chuckled. "Actually, Mr. Janko, I won''t let you die yet. I''m still counting on your family''s assistance soon.


    And don''t worry, they can''t do anything to you as long as I''m here!"


    "Still talking tough?! Go!" Yed barked from a distance.


    An ashen-haired man aged around forty—one of the Birthright rank Janko retainers—leapt up into the


    air right then, charging pure vigor beneath his soles that spiraled into a miniature vortex.


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    "Hillstepper!" he bellowed as heunched a kick at Frank''s face, the air cracking as he tore toward him.


    "Watch out!" Ned cried out on top of his lungs.


    "Paltry tricks... Hah!" Frank bellowed as he suddenly lifted the limousine nearby and flung it at the


    oing retainer!