Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

### Episode 105: Beneath the Phoenix Banner Soaring into the Sky

Beneath the soaring banner of the phoenix, the nobles, who should unite as one, were split into two factions, east and west, showing disjointed movements similar to a partitioning curtain. Following the official arrangement, the regional lords were assigned seats, but with most factions already split between east and west, it inadvertently resulted in a seating plan that clearly separated the factions.

Even Prince No. 1 and Prince No. 2, who were supposed to show sorrow at least for the sake of appearances, were busy glaring at each other at the center of these noble factions. Only the few surviving former queens and Prince No. 3 seemed to mourn with a gloomy expression. But their appearances likely mirrored worries for their future rather than grief.

In the midst of a chaotic and busy atmosphere that was anything but suitable for commemorating the deceased, Logan summarized the atmosphere succinctly. What a mess. It would have been particularly embarrassing for a noble like Logan, so it was no wonder that the archbishop, about to deliver his prepared speech, hesitated for a moment before reading it.

The disorder peaked when the archbishop began to read out the late King Samuel von Grandias achievements, starting from his days as the crown prince forty years ago. Even Logan, who was prepared for a lengthy eulogy, couldnt help but wonder about its length as nobles began to look away from the podium in disinterest one after another. It would have been just another shameful display among the kingdoms nobles had it not been for the presence of Logan, a particularly bothersome individual, seated right beside him.

With only a week left, McLaren, I suggest you enjoy it to the fullest. A life so short is too precious to spend in gloom, whispered Count Roger Bifrost with a sardonic smile, taunting Logan and his father. There was no need to respond, just like his emotionless father.

This eulogy is hell itself. As the archbishop droned on about events from 39 years ago, Logan decided to step in for a bit of diversion.

Oh, it seems you havent heard the news yet, Logan teased.

You wish to liveI understand thatbut there was an offer of recruitment from your faction.

What? Bifrost stuttered in confusion.

Maybe well be on the same side, so choose your words carefully, Count.

Nonsense!

If you think its nonsense, why not ask Count Luther Kyle directly?

Bifrosts face turned grim as he caught sight of the towering figure of Count Luther Kyle, standing out even from a distance. With a half-smile, Logan added, Im kidding.

You scoundrel!

Depending on what you do, it might not be a joke.

Watching Bifrosts complexion change, Logan was quite amused. However, the interest waned when Max Perretta, who had slithered underneath Bifrosts wing away from McLaren, suddenly appeared with an obsequious snicker.

Just a dog barking because its scared

Enough! A soft voice spoke up, stopping Max Perrettas excessive flattery. Bifrost was deep in thought.

It would have been more amusing if he had just snapped.

Disappointed, Logan turned his attention back to the podium, only to see his father secretly giving him a thumbs up.

And 38 years ago The never-ending eulogy remained.