Chapter 1246 the Princess of Theswe
All eyes turned towards the source of the sound.
At the entrance, a group of armed guards escorted several noblemen into the mansion.
Leading them was a well-dressed young woman. She appeared to be in her thirties, well-preserved and exuded an air of elegance and grace. Her every move and gesture carried the aura of a seasoned aristocrat.
Accompanying the young woman was a handsome young man who walked with his hands in his pockets and seemed rather carefree.
"My goodness! It's the Princess of Theswe! Why is she here?"
"The Princess of Theswe? You mean the one from West Lucozia?"
"Of course! Who else would dare to be called the Princess of Theswe?"
Seeing the beautiful young woman, the entire scene erupted in murmurs once again.
Even the group of high-ranking officials and nobles from Balermo showed signs of awe and respect.
While they might not be afraid of ordinary princesses, the Princess of Theswe was different. Her status and power far surpassed that of regular princesses.
On one hand, it was because the King of Theswe held immense military and political power, being the only one among the nobles to have his name incorporated into the country's name. His status was on par with the emperor himself, often referred to as the highest-ranking individual under the heavens, the number one figure in the Dragonmarsh.
With a powerful husband like that, the position of the Princess of Theswe naturally held great prestige.
But the most crucial reason was that, before marrying the King of Theswe, she had been the eldest Princess of Dragonmarsh, the emperor's own sister!
This was the fundamental reason why she was so revered.
"Strange, isn't the Princess of Theswe usually residing in West Lucozia? Why is she here in Balermo?" A group of officials exchanged puzzled glances, surprised by her unexpected appearance.
"Lord Viscount, do you have some connection with the Princess of Theswe?" One official asked curiously.
"Connection?" Lord Viscount's expression froze, then he shook his head.
What qualifications did he have to establish a connection with the Princess of Theswe? He was just a minor Viscount without real power, while she was the most powerful princess.
The gap between them was like night and day.
"If the Princess of Theswe didn't come because of the Viscount’s mansion, then it must be because of Byron Ironsides' influence that she's here to show her support," Lucas suddenly spoke up.
"That's right! Among us, only Byron can strike up a conversation with the Princess of Theswe," Alistair chimed in.
Although Byron Ironsides, as a First-Rank Minister of the War Ministry, couldn't match the Princess of Theswe in status, he had extensive connections and a degree of friendship with her.
"If it weren't for the Princess of Theswe's visit in connection with the Viscount’s mansion, then it's definitely because of Byron Ironsides's reputation that she's here," a group of officials speculated.
"Me?" Byron was slightly puzzled.
He had only met the Princess of Theswe a few times and couldn't really say they had any deep connection. Why would she suddenly pay him a visit? Did she need something from him?
"Teacher, I didn't expect you to have such amazing connections. To have the Princess of Theswe personally intervene, I'm truly in awe!" Tyler expressed his admiration.
"Haha... with the Princess of Theswe's support, even the Spanner Family's twin stars will have to bow down!" Thaddeus was all smiles.
"You truly live up to your reputation, Lord Viscount!" The group of officials showered him with praise.
A few sweet words made Byron feel quite delighted. Although he found the situation strange, he was the only one in the Viscount’s mansion who could directly converse with the Princess of Theswe.
Thinking this, Byron straightened his collar, put on a smile, and went to greet the Princess of Theswe, saying respectfully, "Your Highness, the Princess of Theswe, it's an honor to have you here. Please forgive me for not welcoming you sooner."
"Clap!"
Without warning, the elegant young woman raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap across Byron's face. She then coldly uttered two words, "Kneel down!"
Chapter 1247 What Mistake?
"Huh?!"
The sudden turn of events left everyone in shock.
They were all dumbfounded, their faces filled with astonishment.
No one had expected that the Princess of Theswe would greet Byron with a slap across the face.
There was no discussion, no warning; it was a simple and rough action.
The problem was that Byron was the Minister of War, a high-ranking official of the current dynasty.
To slap someone across the face in public was a severe offense, and there was no room for maneuver.
"Why... Why did you hit me, Your Highness, the Princess of Theswe?" Byron Ironsides was bewildered, clutching his stinging face, feeling at a loss.
If she was an ordinary noble, he would have already exploded in anger. However, it was the Princess of Theswe he was dealing with, the Princess of Dragonmarsh, so even if he was filled with grievances, he could only submit.
"I hit you because you have eyes but cannot see. Now, kneel down and respond," the elegant young woman said coldly.
"Princess of Theswe, I don't understand. Where have I offended you?" Byron Ironsides asked hesitantly.
"Clap!"
The Princess of Theswe slapped him again without a word, her voice as cold as ice. "Are your ears deaf? I told you to kneel down and respond!"
Byron's eye twitched, but he dared not say a word. He finally gave in to her demand and knelt on the ground.
With the Princess of Theswe and her ministerial subject, there was no choice but to obey her command in front of so many people.
At this moment, Thaddeus and his group, who had initially been all smiles, were completely shocked. They exchanged glances, their expressions filled with astonishment and confusion.
Initially, they had thought that the Princess of Theswe had come to visit because of her friendship with Byron. Now, it seemed that wasn't the case.
Could it be that Byron had offended the Princess of Theswe before?
"Byron, do you know your mistake?" The elegant young woman asked coldly, looking down at him.
"Your Highness, I, your humble servant, do not understand. Where have I erred?" Byron lowered his head and admitted his fault reluctantly.
Although he didn't understand why he had to do so, he had no choice but to comply.
"Very well. Now, tell me where you've gone wrong," the Princess of Theswe demanded.
"Eh?" Byron's face stiffened, and he was at a loss for words.
He hadn't done anything wrong, so how could he admit to a mistake?
But he had to admit his mistake, even though he didn't understand what he did wrong.
"Very well, you're good at being evasive. Until you realize your true mistake, kneel here," the elegant young woman said coldly.
"Ah?!"
The others were stunned. They stared at each other, not knowing what to do.
"Men, what are you waiting for? Let’s kneel down!" Byron yelled, frustrated.
"Kneel, kneel, kneel... Hurry up and kneel!"
They were all jolted into action, no longer daring to hesitate. They all knelt down obediently.
Even the Minister of War was kneeling. What did they amount to in front of the Princess of Theswe?
Under the imposing presence of the Princess of Theswe, the group of officials and nobles, who had been powerful and imposing just moments ago, now had a humble and subservient demeanor, appearing particularly insignificant.
"Tyler, how did this happen? Has Byron offended the Princess of Theswe?" Kate was trembling as he knelt on the ground.
"How am I supposed to know?" Tyler was feeling exasperated.
Chapter 1248 The Future King of West Lucozia
"Indeed, every smoke has fire. Now, all we can do is hope that the Princess of Theswe won't redirect her wrath towards the Grant family," Thaddeus uttered with a dry mouth.
Gone was his former pride, replaced by fear and uncertainty. The unexpected presence of the Princess of Theswe had turned the situation on its head.
"Hmph! A bunch of audacious rascals. If the King is here, each and every one of you would lose your heads!" the elegant young woman coldly snorted.
In front of the gathered audience, Princess Elara walked gracefully towards where Dustin was standing. She abandoned her previous aloof and arrogant demeanor, replacing it with a rare smile. "Logan, it's been a long time. Have you been well these years?"
"Thank you for your concern, Princess Elara. I have been living well," Dustin replied with a slight nod, maintaining his composure. He didn't harbor any strong feelings of hatred towards the woman before him, nor did he hold much affection for her.
"Ten years have passed so quickly. You've grown so much. I almost didn't recognize you," the elegant young woman smiled and then gestured behind her, saying, "Thorian, what are you waiting for? Come and greet your big brother."
"Big brother?"
Thorian Rhys stood there in astonishment, his eyes filled with disbelief, joy, and amazement as he examined Dustin from head to toe. After rubbing his eyes to confirm that the person before him was indeed Logan, Thorian rushed forward and embraced Dustin tightly, his tears flowing freely.
"Sob... Big brother, I've missed you so much!"
"I heard from the old man that you were still alive, but I couldn't believe it. It's so great to see you again!"
"Ten years, a whole ten years! Do you know how I've spent these ten years, brother?"
"You promised to take me on adventures, but you secretly left and left me alone at home. You're so heartless!"
"Sob... sob..."
Thorian completely disregarded his image as he hugged Dustin and cried bitterly.
His aggrieved and resentful appearance was like a little wife who had been abandoned by her husband.
"Alright, alright, you're in your twenties now. Why are you crying like this?" Dustin patted his shoulder.
Thorian, the half-brother from a different mother but the same father, was known for being a troublemaker with a rebellious attitude in front of other people. However, when he was in front of his older brother, he dared not display any insolence. The reason for this was simple: he had been subjected to numerous beatings while growing up, and as a result, he had learned to behave when in his brother's presence.
Despite the frequent beatings, Thorian seemed to be like a piece of chewing gum that stuck to his older brother even more as he grew older, refusing to be shaken off.
"Sniff... I'm just so happy! It's been so many years, and now that we're finally reunited, can't you let me cry for a while?" Thorian sobbed uncontrollably, his tears and snot running down his face.
Seeing this, the people around them were left in shock and disbelief.
Wasn't this the Little Prince?
Why did he look like a fool crying?
"Don't worry, cry as much as you want. I have some business to attend to now." Dustin pushed aside the tearful Thorian with disdain.
"Oh, I almost forgot about the matter at hand."
Thorian wiped away his tears and snot and then suddenly looked at Byron with a hostile expression. "Brother, did this old man bully you? Watch me deal with him!"
With that, he charged forward.
"Little Prince..."
Byron Ironsides was just about to speak when suddenly, Thorian leaped up and delivered a swift kick right to his face.
"Pow!"
Byron was sent tumbling through the air, crashing hard onto the ground, and he let out a painful groan.
His wrinkled face was now smeared with blood, and he had lost two of his front teeth. He looked incredibly miserable.
"Old man! Do you even realize who you've upset?" Thorian loomed over him, shouting with anger. "Allow me to remind you loudly—who you've offended happens to be none other than my big brother, Logan! He's the renowned Kirin (a dragon-horse-lion hybrid legendary one-of-a-kind creature), and he's destined to become the King of West Lucozia!"
"I must inquire, do you possess even a smidgen of intelligence in that little brain of yours to dare to challenge the Rhys family? To provoke the entire stronghold of the future King of West Lucozia? Huh?"
Chapter 1249 A disaster from heaven!
"What? Logan Rhys? Didn't he die already? How is he still alive?"
For a short moment, the whole area hushed into an eerie stillness, not even a single bird chirped or an insect hummed.
People all around stood in shock, mouths agape, their faces showing complete astonishment. None of them had ever guessed that Dustin had such an unexpected background. Thorian's elder brother was the world-renowned Kirin, the future King of West Lucozia.
"I... I now know who he is. He's the unbeatable giant who caused a stir in Balermo a decade ago, Logan Rhys!"
"Dustin is... he's actually Logan Rhys! My goodness! How did we end up crossing paths with such a notorious figure of chaos?"
After a brief hush, the entire scene erupted like a wildfire.
All eyes were fixed on Dustin.
Shock, doubt, fear, and bewilderment adorned their faces, but above all, there was astonishment.
Who was Logan Rhys?
He was the Kirin of the Rhys clan, a truly unmatched prodigy who had rocked the world a decade ago.
Throughout Dragonmarsh, countless talents had been outshone by him, left utterly powerless.
Even the famed twin stars of the Spanner family were once left in the dust by his brilliance!
No exaggeration, a decade ago, Logan Rhys was like a distant star, far beyond anyone's reach!
"Wha... wha... what? He's actually Kirin Logan Rhys?!"
Byron's face turned ghostly white, and his entire body quivered.
As an elder statesman of the courts, he had observed the entire turmoil from a distance ten years ago, even though he wasn't privy to the full story.
That upheaval had raged on for three days and nights.
The whole of Bayhaven had been plunged into chaos.
Bodies piled up like mountains, blood flowed like rivers, and mournful cries were everywhere!
And Logan Rhys was the cause of this shocking bloodshed, almost overturning the entire court!
He never could've imagined that he'd stir up such a remarkable individual.
This was definitely a predicament!
"How... how is this possible? How could he be the Kirin? He's just a young, handsome lad; it's inconceivable that he has such a background!"
Kate shook her head repeatedly, struggling to come to terms with it.
Since she had met Dustin, he had been nothing more than a follower of Natasha. Though he had displayed talent in both medicine and martial arts, he didn't seem to have any significant lineage.
He was just an ordinary, unknown person.
But now, Dustin had undergone an astonishing transformation, emerging as the heir to the Rhys family, a supremely influential figure.
The stark contrast before and after was something she found difficult to fathom.
"Why? Why is all of this happening?"
In this moment, even the typically proud and haughty Tyler found himself utterly astounded and overpowered.
He had always viewed Dustin as a mere ant, someone he could squash with a single step, and had never spared him a second thought.
Yet now, he came to a startling realization, and it was a colossal one.
The individual he had dismissed as inconsequential had revealed himself to be a world-shaking presence, a behemoth that left all the world's prodigies feeling inadequate!
His once-prized arrogance, which he had deemed rightful, now appeared laughable and inconsequential in Dustin's presence.
"A disaster from heaven! A disaster from heaven!"
Chapter 1250 The Might of the West Lucozia
Thaddeus found himself in a state of panic, drenched in cold sweat.
The Rhys family's Kirin, the Prince of West Lucozia—this time, their Grant family had inadvertently stirred up a hornet's nest!
"It's over, it's all over now!" he lamented.
Trent collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, his complexion ashen.
Behind him, a group of high-ranking members of the Harmon family wore expressions of despair, filled with remorse.
No one had anticipated that Dustin's true identity would be so formidable, bordering on terrifying.
The Grant family was indeed a powerful force, boasting vast influence and extensive connections. They had even managed to secure the attendance of the Minister of War and a delegation of dignitaries from Balermo.
Throughout the Balermo region, they were considered top-tier.
However, no matter how powerful the Grant family was, no matter how deep their roots ran, in the face of a colossus like the Prince of West Lucozia, they were mere chickens and dogs, easily crushed without the slightest hope of resistance.
The gap between the two sides was as vast as that between a dragon and a frog, entirely different realms.
And as the heir to the Rhys family, Dustin possessed the power to obliterate the entire Grant family if he so desired!
Trouble was brewing.
"Old man! Do you now grasp my might? How dare you challenge my brother? I believe you've grown weary of life!" Thorian condescended.
"Mis... misunderstanding... it's all a misunderstanding!" Byron panicked and immediately dropped to his knees, offering continuous apologies. "It's my fault for not recognizing Your Grace, misunderstanding His Highness the Prince. Please, forgive me this time!"
Even the Minister of War had been stripped of his dignity, kneeling and begging for forgiveness, his forehead thudding against the ground.
Ordinarily, a man of his standing would never stoop to such humiliation, disregarding his own honor in such a way. But Logan Rhys was different. As the heir to the King of West Lucozia, he possessed extraordinary talent, divine gifts, and wielded authority that commanded the court and rivaled the heavens.
What was most fearsome was that under his command, he had five hundred thousand troops from West Lucozia, the most elite army in the entire Dragonmarsh. These five hundred thousand soldiers alone could potentially topple entire dynasties!
Hence, he had no choice but to admit his mistakes and plead for clemency.
This was the might of the West Lucozia!
"..."
Witnessing Byron Ironsides groveling on the ground, the onlookers were too stunned to utter a word. Even the mighty Minister of War had been reduced to a trembling wreck—what hope did these others have?
"Brother! How should we deal with these individuals? If you feel wronged, just give the word, and I'll make them vanish from this world!" Thorian suggested boldly.
"Don't, don't, don't... Your Highness, Little Prince! It has nothing to do with me. I know nothing, I merely came here to attend the engagement banquet. I haven't wronged you!" Byron pleaded, his voice trembling.
"Silence!" Thorian silenced him with a forceful kick, berating, "You old scoundrel! You've long oppressed and bullied the common folk, you deserve your punishment!"
"Logan, if you feel wronged, I can assist you in making verdicts," Princess of Theswe chimed in, firmly aligning herself with Thorian's approach.
"Wrongdoers will ultimately be held accountable for their actions someday. Although Minister Ironsides has made some mistakes, it's not worth taking his life," Dustin finally spoke.
Regardless of how the situation had unfolded, Byron remained the Minister of War, a high-ranking official within the court. Any harm befalling him would surely lead to considerable turmoil.
"Thank you, Your Grace! Thank you, Your Grace!" Byron Ironsides wept openly, repeatedly knocking his head against the ground.
"Minister Ironsides, the Grant family has abducted my girlfriend. How do you intend to address this matter?" Dustin inquired suddenly.
"I understand, I understand... I'll address it immediately!" Byron responded promptly. He rushed over to Thaddeus and, with a raised hand, delivered a resounding slap to the man while admonishing, "You audacious criminals! How dare you kidnap the Prince's Consort? I believe you've grown weary of life! Release her at once!"
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