Ragnar Raines’s expression darkened slightly, but he quickly smiled and said, "This young lady is indeed naive and adorable, must have been doted upon by her parents while growing up." "Is Elder Redmond using my parents to threaten me?" Ragnar shook his head repeatedly: "How could that be? I’m merely curious about your background." "That’s good, that’s good." Raina North patted her chest, "Luckily, I asked one more question, otherwise I’d misunderstand again and do something inappropriate in my excitement. Miss Lowell has plenty of experience in that regard." Claire Lowell’s face grew even more unsightly upon hearing this, as Raina’s words reminded her of being dragged by her collar to the computer to witness those terrifying dead bodies. She couldn’t help wanting to explode, but dared not cause trouble at this moment, and could only force herself to endure. Raina did not concern herself with Claire’s dilemma and said with a light smile, "Alright, enough nonsense. Let’s discuss Elder Redmond’s fallacies, oh, inappropriate remarks now. Just now, Elder Redmond said Nameless became the Lord of the Dark Tower with support from the Lowell family... That’s the biggest joke in The Umbral Zone. Nameless could become the Lord of the Dark Tower, not because the Lowell heirs were incompetent, but because those with some ability have already perished or been injured, and the remaining ones are incapable of bearing the Dark Tower’s responsibilities, thus agreeing to let Nameless become the Lord. Of course, I’m also curious if the old Lord disagreed, what difference would it make? I suppose not much." Raina’s words made Ragnar’s group’s expressions exceedingly unpleasant. They wanted to rebut, but knew the truth of the past was just as she described. The old Lord choosing Nameless as an heir was merely the best-sounding explanation. The actual truth was, they simply couldn’t control Nameless. To save face and maintain some favor with the Lowell family, a decision was made. Now, every bit of that façade was stripped away by Raina. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 However, Raina didn’t intend to stop there and continued, "The funniest and most absurd thing is the marriage arrangement the old Lord made. Let me apologize for further elaborating: the old Lord was a failure. And the marriage arranged by a failure, can that be called a marriage contract? It’s an entreaty for peace. If that’s unclear, let me be more explicit: the old Lord sacrificed his daughter to Nameless just to avoid retaliation and to live better days. So you see, the arranged marriage and the old Lord supporting Nameless to become the Lord are merely your attempts to paint a rosy picture and save face. Nameless is magnanimous not to take offense, but I cannot allow you to leverage a lingering sense of obligation to bind him with public opinion." Pausing for a moment, Raina added, "Oh, I misspoke, there isn’t a sense of obligation between you and Nameless, is there? His presence in the Dark Tower is merely the old Lord’s attempt to find a whetstone for his own heirs through Nameless. Simply put, your old Lord, the father of Miss Claire Lowell, intended to use Nameless’s life to choose an heir for the Lowell family. But who knew the Lowell heirs were too inept, not one could take the helm. Tsk..." That slight, disdainful tsk was filled with mockery, completely stripping away the pretenses of everyone present. Claire Lowell could no longer bear it and exploded, "Shut up! How dare you spout such nonsense! Come, throw her out for me!" This time, Ragnar did not stop Claire, his expression was grim as he looked at Raina with eyes gleaming sharply, like an unsheathed sword.