Chapter 155
“Please, help me beg for mercy and spare my life Herman pleaded,
Marvin responded coldly, “Given the Crimson Alliance’s influence in Gabo Creek, I might have considered showing you mercy, Herman. Unfortunately, you didn’t offend me–you offended Mr. Lloyd. Do you honestly think that even the reputation of a Crimson Alliance elder is enough to earn forgiveness in this case?”
Herman’s face turned ashen as he laughed bitterly. “You’re right… I don’t deserve mercy. This is my fate,
my terrible luck.”
“Mr. Blackwood, who the hell is Andrew?” Tony demanded through gritted teeth. “Stop wallowing and explain! He can’t possibly be that important!”
Herman’s expression grew lifeless as he sighed. “Since even Mr. Yates has acknowledged the truth, I might as well tell you, you ignorant fool.
He continued, “He’s not just important–even the most powerful would bow before him. He’s a Lloyd and has the Blood–Eyed Black Dragon on his chest. Do you know what the tattoo signifies?”
Tony gulped, stuttering, “W–What does it mean?
Herman closed his eyes as if gathering the courage to speak of something terrifying. He explained, “It means he’s a direct descendant of the Lloyd family–one of the three royal families of Holtrien. And his tattoo? It doesn’t bear the black eyes of an ordinary warrior, nor the silver eyes of a notable bloodline, and not even the golden eyes reserved for the family’s elite heirs.”
Herman’s body shook uncontrollably as he spoke, his fear reaching its peak. “His dragon tattoo bears blood–red eyes. Do you know what that means? It means he’s the one and only Dragon Prince of the Lloyd family. Ten years ago, he brought chaos to Chetvine, and Holtrien’s elite believed the Dragon Prince had perished because heaven itself couldn’t tolerate his existence,” Herman continued, his voice shaking.
“Yet here he is, hiding in a small place like Jayrodale. Heaven has truly forsaken me!”
After finishing his explanation, Herman collapsed completely. Meanwhile, Tony felt like his world had collapsed around him. His face turned deathly pale, and every ounce of strength seemed to drain from him.
In Holtrien, there were wealthy families, noble houses, and, above them all, the untouchable royal families.
Andrew was not from any family he was from Lloyds, one of only three royal families in Holtrien.
Tony staggered, his heart feeling like it had been struck. Even more devastating was the realization that East Side had not just angered any Lloyd family member–they had provoked
the one and only Dragon Prince of the Lloyd family,
This was the very same youth who, a decade ago, had thrown Chetvine into chaos and reduced the mightiest of Holtrien’s warriors to nothing. He was not just a legend—he was a force of nature, a living god in a world of mortals.
“It’s over. I’m done. East Side… is doomed!” Tony’s sanity finally cracked. His breakdown was even worse than Herman’s, as the full weight of his situation crushed him completely.
