The next day morning, Azzy's family members, who were at the dinner table last night and currently stayed as guests of the palace, were summoned to the throne hall.
Azzy sat on the throne as the Clan Monarch, adorned in his clanlord robe, eyes steady but solemn as he waited for everyone.
One by one, his family entered.
Azzy looked around at them without carrying an ounce of expression on his face.
"I've gathered you all here," he began, "because I realized something. I came back expecting things to fall in place like puzzle pieces. But I realized it too late that your interests don't align with one another, and it seems quite impossible for you all to stay on one board to complete the puzzle. So, I'll sort it out right now, one after another.
Azzy's first gaze fell on his son. "Orion…"
Orion blinked, staring at his Father.
