Nestled within an expansive 800 acre Rhys Memorial Park, or the Ancient House Memorial Park, was a scenic panorama. Wide pathways wandered beneath the cool shade of abundant trees, and the amenities were extensive. Across the changing of seasons, the park transformed with an array of flowers, plants, and trees.Spring painted a lively spectacle with blooming cherry blossoms, while summer invited a refreshing ambiance with flourishing greenery. In autumn, a mesmerizing array of cascading maple leaves took center stage, and winter cloaked the landscape in a pristine blanket of white snow.Rhys Memorial Park opened its gates to the public. It provided a final resting place not just for the Rhys family, but also as a tribute to the soldiers who were instrumental in the monarchy's prosperity. Annually, on Memorial Day and All Saint's Day, the memorial park transformed into a lively center. It attracted visitors who came to honor departed loved ones or express gratitude to fallen heroe
Dustin quietly reflected on memories of his mother as he bowed his head. With the identification of the instigator, Alaric, and the dissolution of Dragon Guard, only Reagan and Cinna remained. Once this remaining threat was eliminated, he would have avenged his mother."Mom ... I really miss you!" Dustin whispered, gazing at the stone statue before him. In his recollections, Rufus was always engrossed in state affairs, seldom returning home. It was Alba who worked tirelessly to raise him. During his rebellious childhood, Dustin often perceived his mother as being too strict. He occasionally earned a few cane lashes for minor missteps. Now mature, he understood his mother's well-intentioned discipline.As the Crown Prince of West Lucozia, born with a silver spoon, he could have easily devolved into a pampered playboy without his mother's guidance. She had nurtured him in martial arts, military strategy, medicine, and even some divine esoteric techniques. She not only gave him life
Dustin raised an eyebrow as he took in the information on the tombstone. He was surprised that the name etched on it belonged to Leo Ashen, the former Vice General of the renowned Black Dragon Army's vanguard. The vanguard army was composed of elite soldiers that were chosen with meticulous care. Attaining the rank of vice commander required an exceptional level of prowess.In Dustin's recollection, Leo was renowned for his inherent strength and ferocity on the battlefield. He had a distinguished career, and had made significant contributions to Rufus' efforts to stabilize West Lucozia. Leo's sacrifice resulted in a posthumous promotion, securing the position of vanguard army General-in-Chief. The grandeur of his funeral underscored his importance.Leo's descendants had enjoyed privileges and benefits. Hence, it was perplexing to witness the family in such dire straits. This raised the question of what had transpired.Dustin was intrigued. He approached slowly, eager to unravel
"Even if I can't handle it, isn't the Prince of West Lucozia there for such matters? Their influence can't possibly overshadow the West Lucozian monarchy, can it?" Dustin asked.Lucas wore a mournful expression. "It's not as straightforward as you might think. Those bullies have deep ties with high-ranking officials and the West Lucozian monarchy. It's not just socially but their interests also intertwine. No one is brave enough to touch them."Dustin frowned. "Shouldn't the prince take action against such individuals?"Considering Rufus' character, it was highly unlikely that he would tolerate such incidents.Lucas shook his head. "The prince is overwhelmed with his duties, and these corrupt officials cover up such ugly deeds. The prince is unlikely to be aware, let alone have the chance to seek justice for us.""I never imagined West Lucozia would deteriorate to this extent," Dustin remarked, his expression darkening. As the Crown Prince of West Lucozia, Dustin found him
Dustin's pledge stirred a deep sense of gratitude within Lucas. Lucas said, "If you can genuinely assist in rescuing my sister and seeking retribution for my mother, I will forever be in your debt. I'm more than willing to repay your kindness in any way possible." He felt overwhelmed and instinctively inclined to bow.Interrupting the gesture, Dustin earnestly declared, "Mr. Ashen, there's no need for such formality. When faced with injustice, it becomes our duty to step in. No resident of West Lucozia would stand idly by in the face of such wrongdoing.""Mr. Ashen, this isn't the place for discussion. There's a coffeehouse outside the memorial park. Let's head there to strategize," Grace suggested."Alright." Lucas nodded.Lucas used a cane for support as he left the memorial park with Dustin and Grace. They arrived at a coffeehouse named Aroma Haven Cafe.The coffeehouse had two bustling floors. The first was a hub of activity—coffee, entertainment, and music. It created a
"Alright." Lucas nodded, acknowledging the reality of his ailing leg. Joining the action in his current condition would be more of a hindrance than help. He'd end up a liability."By the way, Mr. Ashen, do you have a photo of your sister? Let us take a look to avoid any confusion," Dustin said."Sure, here it is!" Lucas swiftly retrieved his phone and presented a photo of him and his sister. Dustin nodded. Unquestionably, Lucas's sister possessed beauty—fair skin, a charming visage, and a radiant smile that exuded vibrancy and cheerfulness. Perhaps it was her striking beauty that drew the unwanted attention of bullies like Russo and his gang."Mr. Rhys! Be cautious of Russo's subordinates. They are formidable!" Lucas earnestly warned. As the son of a general, Lucas had received martial training from a young age, boasting significant strength. Handling ordinary individuals, even 100 at once, was a manageable feat. However, when faced with Russo's subordinates, he couldn't e
Half an hour later, an SUV pulled up outside Russo Lounge. Dustin and Grace, adeptly disguised, emerged confidently. They were indifferent to the risk of their covers being blown.Russo Lounge, boasting a substantial size, had a line forming outside. Fortunately, Dustin and Grace navigated smoothly with the assistance of the undercover agents. They gained entrance without a hitch. Inside, the ambiance was raucous. It was illuminated by dazzling lights. A crowd of people danced enthusiastically to the music, unleashing their fervor. Dustin's expression soured. He wasn't one to relish in such a raucous setting."Why? Is the bar scene not your usual haunt?" Grace teased."I can only say that this place isn't my preference," Dustin replied. He'd prefer the serenity of home with a good book over the ordeal of such a locale."You should give it a shot sometime. Look at how joyously they dance," she suggested with a smile."The vibrant nightlife is but a fleeting spectacle. If ever
Dustin wordlessly ascended the stairs. Then, he sat across from Russo with his legs casually crossed. Russo's irritation flared at this unabashed display. "Hey! Kid! Who do you think you are? Did I invite you to sit?" He glared at Dustin, visibly annoyed."Are you Russo?" Dustin inquired straightforwardly, pouring himself a drink."Outrageous!""Bold!""How dare you address Mr. Vern directly? Are you out of your mind?" The entourage erupted in protest before Russo could respond. There were the sons of officials. They formed their own Hero Alliance. They often acted recklessly with a reputation that discouraged any challenges."I'm asking you, are you Russo?" Dustin was unfazed. He took a sip and repeated the question."You little ..."Anticipating a reaction, Russo raised his hand to halt his companion.He then sneered, "Kid, do you know who you're talking to? Calling me by my name—do you have a death wish?""It seems that you are Russo." Dustin nodded, placing his