Westminster Bank

"According to the rules of the Beowulf Family, the Master of the Dragon Spear is not only the master of the Beowulf Family, but also the leader of all Dragon Slayers... If we follow the rules, the Beowulf Family should indeed shelter him."

The statement left everyone in the room stunned.

Even Field, the Constantine Family Head, was stupefied.

Seeing the expression on the Constantine Family Head, the Lidton Family Head’s tone softened. "But considering the crime committed by Mr. Baron, the Beowulf Family can only announce that they will not participate in any actions related to Baron Constantin."

He added, "This is out of respect for the Law, and also out of respect for the Beowulf ancestors."

The Hestia Family Head angrily mounted his Griffin. As he rose into the air, he turned back to ask his eldest son, of whom he had always been proud, why he had suddenly remained silent.

"Childhood sweethearts," Jill said glumly. "Isabella and Constantine were childhood sweethearts."

"Is that why she rejected you back then?" The look in the Hestia Family Head’s eyes changed.

"No, not rejected..." Jill clutched his chest. "That’s the reason she tried to assassinate me."

.........

At World Tree Yggdrasil, the Black Dragon was still gnawing at the roots.

On a nearby mountaintop, Governor Hoover and Vice Governor Howard were playing a game of chess.

A secretary came jogging over. Just as they were about to speak, Hoover held up a hand, stopping them. He then pointed to the chessboard in front of him, signaling that he was not to be disturbed.

The secretary hesitated, but held their tongue.

Hoover studied the board and smiled. "Your game is in disarray. Is it because of Constantine?"

Howard said, "Governor, perhaps you should reconsider. Mr. Constantine is an excellent containment specialist."

Hoover sighed. "Howard, you’re far too quick to trust people. Containment is like stock trading—you never hold onto one stock and refuse to let go. Even if you’re bullish on him, you shouldn’t show it."

"Governor Malozov from Moscow is using this opportunity to bad-mouth you to the board, saying you took Constantine to the Moscow vaults to steal a few kilograms of gold ingots or something..."

"That guy is already in the United Kingdom?"

"Not only is he in the United Kingdom, he’s petitioned the board for your dismissal as Vice Governor. He also initiated a process to once again deny Mr. Constantine’s status as a specialist... The board has already rejected your dismissal, but as for the approval of Mr. Constantine’s status—especially given his current reputation on the Inner Side... the board members are not at all satisfied."

Howard wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "Those Moscow People just love to talk trash... As for Mr. Constantine, even if his contracted Dragon Descendant’s Tier isn’t high, he’s still a Dragon Knight. What’s more, his Destiny is strong enough... It would be so good to give him a chance."

"If it really comes to it, having him operate under a disguise wouldn’t be a bad idea either."

Hoover made his move. "Then I’ll leave it to you. However, his specialist clearance can’t be A-level; the board has complained about that... There’s no need to continue. I’ve won."

Howard had lost. His king was in checkmate.

Only then did Hoover nod in satisfaction. He turned to the secretary. "What’s so urgent? Are the board members clamoring for their dividends again?"

"We just received an update. The Dragon Spear... the Dragon Spear has been drawn." The secretary struggled to keep their voice calm.

Hoover and Howard exclaimed in unison, rising to their feet at the same time. "Who? Isabella or Jose? No, wait, doesn’t the Dragon Spear only grant one chance? They both already have Eight Dragon Patterns... It was someone else!?"

"Who was it? Do you have a file?"

The secretary nodded. After a moment’s hesitation, their gaze landing on Howard, they said, "Constantine."

’Constantine...’ Hoover caught the secretary’s momentary hesitation as they looked at Howard. "Which Constantine?" he asked.

"Baron Constantin."