After hearing Nathaniel's words, Tristan's expression darkened. His brow furrowed as he sank into deep thought.

It seemed he had underestimated the situation. He had assumed it was just a simple rivalry between brothers; he hadn't anticipated Seamus seizing the chance to further his own agenda.

Seamus already wielded considerable influence. Under the guise of supporting Matthias' ascension to the throne, he had been forming alliances and recruiting talents. His influence had grown to rival the royal family's.

If Seamus really supported Matthias' ascension, he'd overshadow the king, and no one would be able to stop him. The worst-case scenario would be Seamus using Matthias as a puppet to overthrow the House of Linsor.

"Nathaniel, is everything you said true?" Tristan frowned.

"Absolutely. Every word," Nathaniel replied solemnly. "Of course, if you don't believe me, you can send someone to investigate."

"I believe you. But… taking down Seamus won't be easy. Do you have a plan?" Tr