The sunlight streaming through the window in Andrew's room didn't wake him up. It was already eleven in the morning, and Andrew had been sleeping soundly since the previous evening. In fact, this could be considered the first time Andrew had gotten such a long and uninterrupted sleep.
However, the ringing of his phone eventually forced Andrew to leave his slumber. His still-red eyes scanned the room for the phone, which was on the bedside table.
"Erica?" His younger sister's name appeared on the caller ID, and Andrew quickly answered the call.
"Andrew! Hi! Why did it take you so long to answer my call? By the way, I miss you, so I visited your office. I forgot which floor you're on, but I'll wait for you in the cafeteria, okay!"
"Erica--"
Before Andrew could respond, his sister had already ended the call. Immediately, Andrew got up and hurriedly left the room to meet Erica. Luckily, the clothes he wore yesterday were still decent enough to be worn outside.
"This is bad. If she finds out I'm no longer working, she'll be disappointed."
Andrew ran and raced against time. Fortunately, the distance from his home to the office wasn't too far.
"Quiet! Stop crying!"
Nadine's voice made Andrew halt in his tracks. His eyes widened as he saw Erica sitting in front of the company's door, crying. Her appearance was disheveled, with messy hair and worn-out clothes.
"Erica! What happened? What did you do to my sister!"
Andrew clenched his fists. Erica wasn't alone; she was with Orlando and Nadine. The two couples wore angry expressions, especially Nadine.
"I should be asking you what your family has taught Erica to turn her into a slut!" Nadine said, grabbing Erica's hair.
"Hey! Nadine, don't touch my sister, or you'll regret it!"
"What? What will you do if I do this to this whore?!"
"KYAA!"
Erica screamed in pain as Nadine gripped her face and pulled her hair again.
"You're the whore!" Andrew, angry, grabbed Nadine's hand and held it tightly, causing her pain.
Andrew glanced at Orlando, who remained unmoving. Nevertheless, his face revealed deep anger and frustration.
"What happened, Erica? Why did you come with them?"
"Let me go!" Nadine forcefully pushed Andrew's hand away and folded her arms, kicking Erica's body with her knee. She said, "Answer, idiot! Explain to your pathetic brother here that you're a whore who craves the touch of a man!"
Several pedestrians passing by and employees in the lobby glanced at the commotion. However, Andrew didn't care. To him, no matter how big the commotion was, when it involved his family, especially his sister, who was his last remaining family, it was an important matter that had to be fought for.
"Explain, Erica. Whatever happened, don't be afraid to speak up!" Andrew said firmly.
"I... I was indeed near your office earlier, and coincidentally, I saw Nadine. She was together with that guy, looking very close and laughing together. I was confused because to me, that was unusual since she's your girlfriend. So, I decided to approach her. Nadine said you had already broken up, and when I asked about your whereabouts, they said you were in hell.
Obviously, that shocked and panicked me. I tried to find out, but they only laughed and kept insulting you. At that time, Nadine realized her phone was missing from her bag, so she went inside the office. Meanwhile, the guy stayed near me, and just as I was about to walk away, he suddenly grabbed me.
I was quite startled and reflexively released his hand. He approached me and whispered something awful. He harassed me, saying he wanted to pay me for a night together because my body was too tempting not to be enjoyed. While he was saying that, Nadine suddenly returned and started yelling at me.
The guy fabricated a story, telling Nadine that I was the one seducing him. But that never happened. You know I don't really care about love, Andrew. I wouldn't do anything bad just for money!"
Nadine appeared furious and vented her emotions by hitting the side of the wall.
"Shut up! I would never assault a woman! Your sister does look like a prostitute, but I would never do anything wrong to her, let alone pay for her body! Even if it were given for free, I wouldn't even want to enjoy it!"
Andrew clenched his fists and walked towards Orlando, glaring at him. He said, "Say it one more time, and I'll destroy you, Orlando!"
"Ah!"
Erica screamed again, and Andrew shifted his gaze towards his sister. He found Nadine once again pulling Erica's hair and screaming in her ear. "Don't lie, or I'll send you to jail! A whore like you couldn't possibly be seduced by Orlando! He knows good and bad women!"
"Nadine!"
Andrew's hand was almost close to Nadine's face, but he refrained from slapping her.
"Why? Why don't you slap me? Come on, slap me. Go ahead and defend this whore, because she is guilty. Even if you slap me a thousand times, I won't stop teaching your sister a lesson! Remember, Andrew! You've been separated from Erica for years. How would you know that she's been living this lowly profession without your knowledge? Didn't you tell me that women would flock to Orlando because of his wealth? That's what's happening to your sister now!"
Andrew looked at his sister, who shook her head with a tear-stained face.
Orlando shrugged. "That's right, as I said, my body is too valuable to indulge in cheap and low women like your sister, Andrew."
Orlando's words further fueled Andrew's anger. This time, he no longer held back his fury. He turned his body towards Orlando, grabbed his collar, and said, "Say it again, Orlando, say it!"

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Season 2-Chp 48
The first sign was the smoke.At dawn, scouts on the eastern watchtower saw a dark smear against the horizon, stretching like a wound across the sky. By midmorning, horns carried the alarm through the fortress—an army marched, vast as stormclouds, banners burning with crimson fire.Elias stood on the battlements as the enemy came into view. Ranks upon ranks of soldiers filled the plains, their armor blackened, their faces hidden beneath masks wrought like skulls. Behind them lumbered war beasts chained in iron, their hides scarred, their eyes glowing faint red. And at the center, towering above them all, a black standard rose: the sigil of the Shadowlord.The fortress gates groaned as they sealed shut. Archers lined the walls, mages formed wards, and soldiers gripped spear and shield. Yet for every defender, there seemed a hundred marching against them.Marcus spat over the parapet. “Gods’ mercy… it’s a sea of death.”Helena’s eyes narrowed. “No. Death doesn’t march. This is loyalty t
Season 2-Chp 47
The ride back from Veylor was heavier than the road there. The crown’s iron chest clanked faintly with every step of the horses, its chained weight pressing down on more than saddlebags. It pressed on the riders’ spirits. None of them spoke, though each felt its silent thrum, like a heartbeat that did not belong to the living.By the time the fortress walls loomed out of the mist, dawn had already broken. Guards on the ramparts straightened as Elias, Helena, and Marcus approached. Word spread quickly—whispers of what they carried reached the council chamber before their boots even crossed the threshold.The chamber was full when they entered. Councilors stood restless, soldiers leaned against the walls, and even servants lingered near the doors, eager for news. The sight of the chained chest silenced the room.Elias set it upon the table with a heavy thud. “We found it.”The murmurs broke loose instantly. Some gasped, some cursed, some fell to their knees in half-superstitious fear. T
Season 2-Chp 46
The road to Veylor was a scar through the land. Blackened trees leaned like broken spears, their branches clawing at the pale morning sky. The earth itself seemed sick, cracked with veins of ash where once rivers had flowed. As Elias, Helena, and Marcus rode deeper into the desolation, silence pressed around them—no birds, no wind, only the steady crunch of hooves on brittle soil.Helena broke the silence first. “This place feels cursed.” Her hand never strayed far from her sword. “How long has it lain abandoned?”Elias scanned the horizon. “Since the first age. The chronicles say Veylor was once a citadel of kings. But when the crown was forged, it swallowed its own makers. The city burned from within, and none dared rebuild.”Marcus spat into the dust. “And now we’re riding straight into its corpse. Wonderful.”Yet despite his grumbling, his eyes remained sharp, scanning every shadow.The ruins came into view by midday—a jagged sprawl of stone rising from the earth like a shattered
Season 2 Chp 45
The fortress had become a cage of suspicion. Every corridor hummed with whispers, every torchlit stairwell echoed with rumors. Soldiers eyed each other with unease, councilors whispered in corners, and servants scurried like frightened mice, never lingering too long in one place.Elias felt the weight of it everywhere he walked. The Shadowlord had struck only once, yet the wound he left was festering. Not in the walls, not in the battlements, but in the hearts of his people.Helena was the first to voice what everyone feared.“There’s no defending against an enemy within,” she said as she walked beside Elias along the ramparts. Her sword was strapped across her back, her posture restless, as though even silence might betray her. “If we don’t root out the traitor, then every word spoken in council is already in the Shadowlord’s ears.”Elias nodded, though his mind churned with doubts. “You think it’s one of them? One of the council?”Her silver hair caught the morning sun as she turned
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