Theodore's demeanor had taken a dramatic shift from his earlier arrogance. "Doctor! Where's the doctor? Get me some bandages!" He cried for help, terrified.Alistair, Brooke, and the others exchanged perplexed glances at Theodore's frantic behavior. This wasn't what they had expected at all. What happened to the occult expert's dignified image?"He's mad! Mr. Welch Senior is insane! He bit my ear off and ate my flesh! Why on earth isn't he tied up?" Theodore shouted as he received medical treatment."Sir Crane, I mentioned earlier that my dad tends to become aggressive due to his strange illness," Alistair explained."Aggressive? This goes beyond aggression. It's outright cannibalism!" Theodore's composure was falling apart."Sir Crane, you've been injured. How about taking a breather?" Ezra cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable. He had brought Theodore here to win the Welch family's favor and strengthen their relations, not to create an embarrassing spectacle."Oh, what
"Found it?" His words piqued everyone's interest, and all eyes focused on Dustin's hand. From beneath the mattress, he pulled out a black silk pouch. He opened it and pulled out a red crystal necklace.The crystal was circular, with a deep crimson hue that was eerily similar to blood. It was also engraved with peculiar symbols."What's this? Why was it under Mr. Welch Senior's bed?" The members of the Welch family exchanged confused looks."This is called a blood gem." Dustin lifted the crimson necklace, his gaze fixed upon it. "It's used as a medium for witchcraft, and it has a rather eerie backstory. Legend has it that when someone passes away, this gem is placed in their mouth. "As the person breaths their last breath, it begins a bizarre journey down their throat and diffuses into their bloodstream. "For a century, it soaks up the essence of their blood, ultimately becoming this unique, enchanting blood gem. "They're quite rare and incredibly valuable. It was highly
"That's true! Grandpa tends to get sick often, and each time, he ends up bedridden!" Eleanor nodded enthusiastically."So, this situation has given the spellcaster an opportunity," Dustin said with a faint grin. "Honestly, healing Mr. Welch Senior is pretty easy. We just have to rid him of that blood gem and assist him in replenishing his energy. Soon, he'll be fine."I just performed acupuncture to help him sleep soundly and ease his restlessness. I'll also give him a remedy to calm his mind. With rest, he should recover in about ten days.""Is that it? Are you for real?" Ezra asked skeptically. "What if you're trying to pull a fast one on us?"Dustin raised an eyebrow, and he said earnestly, "I'm serious. If we didn't find that blood gem, Mr. Welch Senior's condition would have deteriorated."Joanne chimed in, her concern evident, "We don't fully understand what you're saying, but we're hoping he can wake up soon.""Mr. Welch Senior has just dozed off, and he needs some rest
With Welch Senior's condition now stable, Alistair grew cautious with Dustin. He kept a close eye on Dustin, ensuring that someone was constantly monitoring his every move.At that moment, Dustin was following Eleanor as they ventured out to explore the streets near the Welch residence.The Welch family owned many businesses in the area, from bars and clubs to hotels and casinos. They were the undisputed rulers of the local entertainment scene, amassing incredible wealth through their diverse ventures.After a tiring day of exploration, Eleanor and Dustin went to a fancy restaurant nearby to grab a meal. But, as they settled into their seats, they heard footsteps approaching their table. Ezra walked over carrying a big bouquet, his eyes filled with affection."What are you doing here?" Eleanor's face immediately stiffened upon seeing him.Without wasting a moment, Ezra dropped to his knee. He looked sincere as he said, "Eleanor, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. Please, forgive me.
"Yeah, in this day and age, finding a guy who genuinely cares isn't a walk in the park. Look at the dedication this guy's showing to win you back. "If my boyfriend had an ounce of that commitment, I'd be over the moon." The diners in the restaurant began chiming in with their advice.For a man to publicly apologize was a display of remorse. It was enough to melt a woman's heart."Eleanor, please forgive me," Ezra implored."I swear, I will wholeheartedly devote myself to you from now on. If I should I ever stray, may lighting remind me of my promise to you!" Ezra promised solemnly with his arm raised, and three fingers stretched. His unwavering resolve touched Eleanor despite her tough exterior. Still, she feigned anger and responded, "Ezra, it's too late now. I gave you a chance, and you didn't treasure it. Dustin is my boyfriend now." She linked her arm with Dustin's, making her stance clear. Though Ezra had apologized, she was uncertain if she should forgive him. She in
"Dustin, don't be hasty. You can't take him in a fight!" Eleanor urged, recognizing the danger of the situation.Ezra, with his martial arts background, exuded an intimidating presence. He could take on ten opponents without breaking a sweat. On the other hand, Dustin was just a doctor. Someone like Ezra would obviously defeat him."Don't worry, I don't see him as much of a threat," Dustin said calmly.Ezra, though skilled, was a lower-level martial artist. He could win against average opponents but would struggle against a true martial arts expert."You've got some nerve, bastard," Ezra sneered. He casually unbuttoned his suit jacket, unveiling a chiseled, powerful physique concealed beneath his white shirt. His muscles were a testament to his martial arts background."Ezra, don't do anything foolish!" Eleanor stood between the two men, attempting to defuse the situation."Eleanor, this is a battle between men. Don't interfere. I'll prove my love for you," Ezra declared seri
Ezra's scream pierced the air, only to be silenced abruptly by Dustin's unyielding steel grip. He squeezed Ezra's throat, forcing the scream back down. Ezra's face turned crimson as he flailed helplessly.The terror of imminent death filled Ezra, who managed to croak, "Let go ... please ..."Dustin dryly remarked, "Fighting with a knife because your fists aren't enough, huh? Aren't you ashamed?' His fingers tightened, making Ezra's eyes roll back."Stop hurting him!" Suddenly, a scream cut through the tension between them. It was followed by a loud crash as a bottle struck the back of Dustin's head. Glass fragments erupted into the air like fireworks, and the scent of spilled alcohol flooded the room.Dustin scowled, turning to face Eleanor. She stood there, still holding the shattered bottle. Fear and guilt painted on her face.After a moment, Eleanor realized what she had done. She tossed the remaining bottle fragment aside and tried to explain herself. "Dustin, I'm sorry!
"Dustin, don't you think you went overboard just now?" Eleanor said with concern etched across her face. "What if you'd actually hurt Ezra?"She winced as she inspected the red marks on Ezra's neck, then turned to Dustin, demanding an explanation."Overboard?" Dustin chuckled with a wry smile. "Ms. Welch, let's get the facts straight. Ezra was brandishing a knife at me, and I only defended myself. So, who crossed the line here?"Eleanor's expression froze as she tried to clarify, "Well, Ezra wasn't really planning to harm you. He was just trying to intimidate you, so why did you overreact?"Dustin's eyes remained cool and distant as he replied with a touch of sarcasm, "So, it's all my fault? I overstepped, played your bodyguard, instigated this brawl, and took a bottle to the head?""I-That's not what I mean!" With guilt written all over her face, she admitted, "I know smashing a bottle on your head was a mistake, but I freaked out! I was worried you might hurt Ezra, and I j
At the Ballard estate, Dustin was warmly welcomed to stay after dinner. This was the first time Natasha had brought her boyfriend home, so the Ballards made a big deal of it.Simon personally accompanied the young couple and invited them to the study to chat over tea. With his sharp eye, Simon could tell Dustin was no ordinary martial artist. His manners, speech, and broad knowledge set him apart from most people."Dustin, I fully support your relationship with Natasha. Your background or status doesn't matter. What matters most is that you two are happy together." Simon paused and said earnestly, "I want you to understand that she's been pampered all her life and hasn't faced much hardship. Now that she's with you, I hope you'll take good care of her.""Don't worry, Mr. Ballard. I would never let her down," Dustin replied sincerely.Though they had known each other for some time and hadn't yet taken their relationship to the next level, they had already made their feelings clear
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
An hour later, Nathaniel quietly entered a private mansion wearing a disguise.Inside the living room, Tristan had already prepared tea and refreshments. He looked as if he had been waiting for a long time."Sorry to have kept you waiting, Tristan." Nathaniel took off his coat and walked forward with a smile."No need to apologize. I'm happy that you made the effort to arrange this. A few extra minutes are nothing, especially since it's rare for us to meet." Tristan gestured for him to sit while he poured two cups of tea and handed one to his brother.Nathaniel accepted the cup and discreetly set it aside. Whenever he was out, he was always cautious about food and drink—this wariness had become second nature."You asked to meet me on short notice. Is this about official matters or something personal?" Tristan took a sip from his cup and got straight to the point."Both," Nathaniel replied, still smiling."Oh?" Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Let's hear it, then.""Given how things
In another luxurious mansion in the Inner City, a female spy dressed in black, cloaked in a hood, was reporting the results of her investigation to Nathaniel."Your Highness, the Moseys have been particularly active recently and are rallying allies. Many of the eight great families and other influential factions have already allied with them. If left unchecked, they'll pose a serious threat to us," she said, kneeling with her head lowered slightly."So the Moseys are backing Matthias, huh?" Nathaniel sat quietly, his expression unreadable."The Moseys have grand ambitions. While they claim to support Prince Matthias, they're merely setting him up as a puppet to rise to power and expand their own influence," she revealed.She had been infiltrating the Moseys' mansion for years and had gained a deep understanding of their operations, from the smallest details to the key players.Though Seamus appeared as a benevolent philanthropist, it was all a façade. Behind closed doors, he was r
That night, two young men sat playing chess inside a secluded mansion in the Inner City. On the left was Anders, who had visited the Ballard estate earlier. Across from him sat Matthias, a broad-shouldered man dressed in richly adorned robes.The game was intense, with fast moves followed by moments of deep thought. About ten minutes later, Anders finally conceded defeat."Anders, you've really improved since we last played. You almost had me there," Matthias said, stroking his beard in mild surprise."You flatter me, Your Highness. My chess skills are nothing compared to yours. If you hadn't gone easy on me, I wouldn't have lasted half as long," Anders replied with a modest smile."You're as smooth with words as ever." Matthias let out a hearty laugh with a look of smug satisfaction. Winning was in his nature—whether in war or on the chessboard, defeat was not an option."Well, we've eaten, and we've played. Let's get to business." With a wave of his hand, he signaled his men t
"Honestly, we shouldn't waste time debating who's better suited to be king. We just need to figure out who's most likely to take the throne," Jensen said matter-of-factly.As a businessman, he only cared about maximizing profit. To him, it didn't matter who sat on the throne but who had the best odds. He felt that backing that person would be the wisest choice."Who's most likely depends on who has the strongest backing," Jonathan said thoughtfully."Oh, right! I forgot to ask—who are the Moseys supporting?" Jovian asked, smacking his forehead. They'd been discussing this for so long but still hadn't figured out where the Moseys stood."My guess is Prince Nathaniel." Jensen narrowed his eyes as he analyzed the situation. "He's close to Anders. With his immense potential and the king's favor, the Moseys might see him as their best bet.""Anders' personal ties can't speak for the entire Mosey family," Jovian countered, shaking his head. "Family interests outweigh personal relationsh
Even without the king's involvement, the ambitious individuals would tear the Ballard family apart and leave nothing behind.If Simon chose the right side and it prevailed, his family could enjoy a century of stability and prosperity. But if he backed the wrong prince, everything could fall apart in a single night.At that moment, he didn't know what to choose. This was a critical decision—one mistake and the entire family could be ruined."Regarding this matter, I need to think it over carefully. I can't give you an answer just yet," Simon said. He knew the stakes were too high. A single misstep could lead to disaster, so he had to be cautious."I understand," Anders replied with a faint smile. "This isn't an easy decision. Still, I hope Your Lordship can decide soon.""Your Lordship, the forces seeking a marriage alliance with the Mosey family aren't limited to your family alone," Zack added coolly. "Don't think you can afford to wait for the highest bidder. Time is running out,
"In response to Your Lordship's question, this marriage alliance between our two families isn't my decision alone—it's also my godfather's and the entire Mosey family's," Anders said with a smile."According to the established rules, marriages between royal bloodlines are forbidden. Have you forgotten?" Simon replied coolly. "Sticking to outdated rules only holds us back," Anders said, shaking his head with a smile.He continued, "Right now, Dragonmarsh is going through a turbulent time—internally and externally. I've also heard the king's health is deteriorating. There are rumors he plans to name a successor and step down soon."With that, Oakvale will likely be in turmoil. When that happens, all the powerful families—the four ancient houses, the eight great families, and other factions—will be dragged into the chaos."That's why I'm hoping our families can form a marriage alliance to navigate the coming crisis together."Simon remained calm and said, "It's natural for the king
"Dad, what do you think?" Jonathan asked, turning to Simon."A guest has arrived, so we can't be rude. Invite them to the living room so we can discuss things properly," Simon replied calmly.Anders represented the Mosey family, and regardless of his intentions, Simon couldn't simply turn him away. As for the proposed marriage alliance, it was a matter that required thorough consideration."Understood," the butler replied promptly before leaving."Go on with your meal. I'm going to meet with Anders," Simon said, excusing himself from the table.Jonathan, Jensen, and Jovian exchanged glances and, without hesitation, followed their father. They were curious to see what the Mosey family had in mind."Alright, let them handle it. Let's focus on our meal," Gemma Letcher, Natasha's grandmother, said with a smile and signaled everyone to continue eating.…Three minutes later, in the Ballard family's living room, Simon sat at the head of the table near the entrance. Jonathan and his b