Westminster Bank

"Wh... What!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard Roy’s words.

They suspected they were hearing things. They had just revealed that the Dragon Attendant wasn’t Constantine, and now the young master of the Hestia Family was claiming that this Master Jack before them was Baron Constantin?

’It had to be a joke.’

’How could there be such a coincidence...’

But now, as the dying Roy ripped off Master Jack’s mask, they saw the man’s young, defiant, and handsome face, and they were all truly and utterly dumbfounded.

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Meanwhile, at the entrance to the valley on the Beowulf estate, all the Law Enforcers stared intently at the figure on the screen, even as the Dragon Tide continued to surge madly toward them.

"So that’s the real Baron Constantin. He’s been hiding right under our noses, pretending to be that Silver Dragon Guide. The other one was the fake," the Lancelot Family Head said blankly.

"A Dragon Knight..." The Lidton Family Head narrowed his eyes at the young, dark-haired man’s Golden Eyes. "And a Bronze Tier Dragon Knight, it seems."

The Constantine Family Head, Field, suppressed his shock and said coolly, "Even if he is a Bronze Tier Knight, he must be punished for the numerous crimes he has committed on both the Inner and Outer Sides."

"But his appearance here, and the fact that he exposed the Dragon Eater Association’s imposter, undoubtedly proves he has no other connection to them."

Professor Frankenstein from the Edinburgh Wizard Academy had also arrived. He gave the family heads an ancient Wizard’s salute, then looked at the exceptionally graceful figure on the screen, a nostalgic expression on his face.

"No Old Race in the world has ever escaped the judgment of the Time Death Judgment. And yet, our dear Dragon Knight here has managed it. How interesting."

Professor Frankenstein was the inventor of the Time Death Judgment, an Alchemy Law based on the Time Law.

"Baron Constantin..." Daoist Zhou pinched his fingers together in a divinatory gesture and frowned.

He actually couldn’t divine this man’s origins.

Then, someone suddenly pointed it out. "Daoist Zhou... why are you bleeding from your eyes, nose, ears, and mouth?"

Daoist Zhou stroked his beard and found it soaked in blood. He realized something and had just managed to say the words "One of great destiny" when a sweet taste filled his throat, and he spat up a mouthful of blood before fainting.

Daoist Zhou... had divined himself into a dead faint again!

Elder Pence of the Hestia Family watched as Roy Hestia was lifted up on the tip of a spear in the broadcast, his eyes splitting with rage.

"Baron Constantin!"

...

"You’re saying the real Baron Constantin appeared in Dragon Spear Plaza? What’s going on? You’re saying the last one was a fake?

I knew Constantine couldn’t be that brainless, trying to assassinate the Lancelot’s daughter in front of so many people... And you’re telling me this real one tried to kill Roy Hestia!?"

Howard yelped as he listened to the report from his secretary. Hoover shot him a displeased look and said placidly:

"I was right, wasn’t I? Our Mr. Dragon Knight is indeed outstanding, but his talent for stirring up trouble is just as remarkable. He’s managed to provoke nearly every famous Old Blood Clan on the Inner Side...

Westminster Cathedral is not a bank solely dedicated to cleaning up his messes... Howard, you have to admit your judgment was flawed..."

"But he contained the Illusory Cocoon, an S Level Taboo Item. That’s something only an S Level agent could do. We can’t pass up such an excellent containment specialist."

"But he only managed that from *inside* the Illusory Cocoon. Approaching a typical S Level Taboo Item requires not only Destiny, but also methods like ’playing’ a part... The Moscow governor is very unhappy with you over this matter. He’s tried to impeach you at the board meetings multiple times, and I’ve had to quash it every time."

"Those Slavs are experts at sowing discord..."

"Enough, Howard. I don’t want to argue with you. Take a longer view. What about Miss Isabella from the Beowulf Family?"

Governor Hoover smiled faintly. "Since she has Eight Dragon Patterns, she will inevitably be able to draw the Dragon Spear when she reaches the Silver Tier. Perhaps we can even use her to solve that little problem we have at the bank...

If possible, perhaps we should send someone to the Beowulf Family now to wait for the Dragon Spear ceremony to end and inquire about the price."

A secretary reminded him from the side, "The Dragon Hunting Ceremony only occurs when the Patriarch is replaced. The Patriarch does not participate."

But Governor Hoover said, "Just spend a little money, find an opportunity to throw a few agents in, and steal the Dragon Spear."

Howard cleared his throat.

Governor Hoover instantly corrected himself. "I mean, contain it."

"Isn’t that right, Mr. Newton?" He turned his head, but found that Newton was gone.

Howard said, "He was here for exactly an hour. He should be on his way to Wales now to clean up that Dragon Tide mess."

...

Back in Dragon Spear Plaza, Baron pulled the long spear from the dying Roy’s body and kicked him aside like a stray dog on the street. The Trial Takers all began to whisper amongst themselves:

"Constantine... so that’s the true face of the legendary Bloodless? Are you sure it’s not a disguise?"

"Probably not... I heard he’s a Dragon Knight. See those Golden Eyes? Over a hundred years ago, the Dragon Knights of the Dragon Family had the same kind of Golden Eyes."

"But why did he suddenly attack Roy...?"

"Don’t you get it? It’s obviously because of the young lady from the Lancelot Family. Baron was her former fiancé, and Roy is the younger brother of her current fiancé... Isn’t this what they call a lover’s quarrel?"