Lugh had just stumbled upon a possible motive—one that might explain why House D'Aramitz would want him dead.
It wasn't a confirmation of their intentions, nor was he entirely convinced they were responsible, but in situations like this, where all other leads ran dry, it wasn't something he could afford to outright dismiss.
His gray eyes narrowed with suspicion as he turned sharply toward Vaire.
"You said you trained him at the academy,"
Lugh began, his tone sharp and precise.
"Are you referring to the military academy?"
The older man met Lugh's gaze with a nod.
"That's right."
"Military academy?"
Someone echoed, confused.
Cassius leaned forward, folding his arms as he clarified.
"It's a place where we train future officers of the Ashborn Corps—our nation's military."
He added that last line after noticing the blank stares around him. The nobles present, most of them young, clearly had no understanding of such institutions.
