Walengrad—the capital of the Walenstein Province.In the heart of this bustling city stood rows of gleaming skyscrapers, their steel and glass façades towering over streets teeming with luxury cars—sleek sports models and elegant classics alike weaving through the traffic. More than just the seat of government, Walengrad was the wealthiest city in the entire province, outshining even Cammont and other major cities in terms of prosperity and prestige.To the northwest of the city, nestled within an expansive estate, stood a grand six-story manor. Its exterior was a striking blend of crisp white paint and panels of marble etched with subtle gray veins, giving it a look of timeless opulence. The surrounding gardens were immaculately landscaped with the finest flora Walenstein had to offer. Every ten meters, ornate lamp posts stood adorned with brilliant lights and lavish decorations.Nearly a kilometer from the manor's front steps, the estate’s massive gates were jammed with an endless l

Just as the guests were still reeling from the appearance of Maelor, Sylas, and Montana, they quickly realized these three weren’t the last earls and countesses to arrive at tonight’s wedding.Still caught off guard by how different the trio looked compared to everyone else, another voice rang out through the loudspeaker.“Esteemed guests, please welcome Earl Cedwyn Blackvale of Falkenrath.”Once again, the guests rose to their feet and turned toward the tent’s entrance. There stood a well-groomed man with a clean-shaven face, his neatly combed hair and pristine white suit complementing his distinguished stature perfectly.Though the earl looked to be in his fifties, it didn’t diminish him in the slightest. If anything, it made him appear even more dignified and commanding.Unlike the previous nobles, Cedwyn hailed from Falkenrath, a province in the northern region of Lanshire. The colder climate in the north left its people with fair, smooth complexions—Cedwyn was no exception.As th

“Stay where you are if you want your skull smashed in.”Sylas wasn’t bluffing. As he rose from his seat, he unleashed more than half of his inner power. The sheer force radiating from the Earl of Kaelridge was so intense that even Maerol—who had recently broken through—could feel the overwhelming aura surging from him.Of course, Asher felt it too. But rather than flinch, he turned toward Sylas with a mocking, defiant gaze.“Power like that might scare children, but you clearly have no idea who you’re dealing with.”With that, Asher channeled half of his inner energy into his palm, ready to teach this arrogant earl a lesson. He knew it would be more than enough to put Sylas down.“Both of you. Enough.”A voice suddenly echoed in their minds.“Your Grace!” both Asher and Sylas gasped in unison.They knew that voice—it was Duchess Miralda’s. Yet her lips hadn’t moved. She hadn’t even turned their way.“If you want to start a brawl, take it somewhere else. But know this—if you do, don’t

“Ladies and gentlemen, honored nobles and esteemed guests—please welcome Lady Darla Quentin as she enters the engagement ceremony.”As the voice echoed through the loudspeakers, all eyes turned toward the entrance of the tent. Moments later, a young woman stepped inside—her fair skin tinged with a rosy hue, long wavy black hair cascading past her shoulders, her round eyes framed by elegantly arched brows. She walked gracefully in high-heeled white shoes, each step light yet purposeful.Trailing behind her were four maids, each holding up a part of her gown to keep it from brushing the floor.The moment Darla entered the tent, admiration swept across the room. The sound of applause quickly followed, reverberating throughout the space.Clap—clap—clap!“Lady Quentin is truly stunning! I didn’t believe the rumors, but they were right—she’s gorgeous!”A young man from one of the baron families spoke without tearing his gaze away from her.“I second that. She’s even more captivating than I

Slap!The moment Albert finished speaking, Godfrey's hand came crashing down across his face.“Talk like that again and you’re signing your own death sentence!”Slap!Not once, but twice—Godfrey struck him again, this time on the other cheek.The brutal force sent Albert sprawling to the ground. But instead of staying down, he pushed himself up, adjusted his glasses, and completely ignored the pain throbbing in his cheeks.“Hahaha! You can’t scare me, Godfrey. I know what you really are deep down—you’re a coward. You bully others just to keep them afraid of you, because the truth is, you’re the one who's terrified they’ll fight back! Hahaha!”“Shut up!”Like a man possessed, Godfrey let out a feral scream. His fist clenched, and this time, he didn’t hold back.Bang!One powerful punch slammed into Albert’s face, knocking him flat on his back. But Godfrey wasn’t finished. He lunged after his friend, fists flying with unrelenting fury.Bang!Bang!Bang!“You’re dead! You’re going to pay