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An Ancient Noble mumbled in astonishment, his voice thick with surprise.

The maid, Wanda, watched the demoralized Trial Takers on the screen, her mind in a daze.

From Ronnie to Master Jack, and now to the Dragon Knight Baron Constantin—she had witnessed it all.

Her gaze swept around her. She saw those glamorous, unattainable young ladies from the great houses. At this moment, these pampered daughters of the Old Blood Clans were also staring, their eyes filled with an almost obsessive fascination, at the empty spot in the plaza on the screen.

Clearly, they were still lost in the image of the young man shaking the Dragon Tide with a single thrust of his spear.

Wanda looked again and saw quite a few noblewomen among them—older, but still full of charm.

In Europe, the tale of a noblewoman unconventionally falling for a roguish young man was once a classic trope, as popular as any knightly romance.

’How indecent,’ Wanda critiqued silently, not realizing her own face was burning red as well.

’Schumacher is Baron Constantin. My roommate is actually the notorious Bloodless of the Inner Side.’

Decker, who was also an attendant at the banquet and had been Baron’s roommate for a night, was so stunned he forgot to pocket the tip a noblewoman had handed him. He just stood there holding his wine tray, gaping at the projection on the screen.

His mind was still stuck on the image of Baron single-handedly annihilating the Dragon Devourer Cultists.

A surge of pride filled his heart... ’Even if he is a Lawbreaker, scorned and hunted by the entire world, to pull off something that leaves all these great figures of the Inner Side completely dumbfounded... that’s enough to make a man proud for a lifetime.’

「On the other side.」

The Frank Patriarch complimented the Constantine Patriarch, Field, with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "I never imagined our Mr. Baron was not only a Dragon Knight, but the Dragon Knight of a Pure-blood Ancient Dragon. The younger generation of the Constantine Family has certainly produced an extraordinary character."

Though phrased as a compliment, it was a veiled jab, a hidden trap.

Field said, "No matter how outstanding Baron Constantin may be, he has nothing to do with the Constantine Family. Patriarch Frank, please don’t bring it up again.

The priority right now should be rescuing your son, Dewey, whom he has taken hostage."

Hearing this, the Frank Patriarch’s expression instantly stiffened.

Without a doubt, Field’s words had struck a raw nerve.

The elite heir of the Frank Family had been taken hostage by a traitor from the Constantine Family. Regardless of who was right or wrong, it was a significant blow to the Frank Family’s reputation on the Inner Side.

True, the eldest daughter of the Beowulf Family was with him, but at least she had her moment in the spotlight.

And Dewey’s only moment in the spotlight... The Frank Patriarch was shocked to realize that his son’s highlight was getting kidnapped by a Lawbreaker.

Field smiled sincerely. "The Constantine Family will certainly do everything in its power to help rescue Dewey of the Frank Family. On this, I ask that Patriarch Frank trust me."

The Frank Patriarch’s expression turned completely grim.

Suddenly, several sharp, clear cries echoed from the sky. A large flock of Griffins was arriving, with the Hestia Patriarch and his eldest son, Jill, at the forefront.

The Hestia Patriarch got straight to the point. "I request the Beowulf Family’s assistance in helping the Griffin Knight Order seal off the Dracul Mountain Range to prevent the Lawbreaker, Baron Constantin, from escaping."

The Lidton Patriarch said, "While all these Dragon Slayers are present, the Beowulf Family could indeed help seal off the Dracul Mountain Range. But the problem is..."

He looked up at the dark clouds that had yet to disperse above the mountains. "Even if we manage to stop him, who can stop the Wax Dragon Bad? There are no Law Enforcers here who can stand against a Golden Tier Giant Dragon."

The Hestia Patriarch said, "I have already petitioned for the Holy Temple Knight Commander to come. Therefore, I must ask the Beowulf Family to cooperate in sealing off the mountains. After all, Miss Eldest is also still in the hands of Lawbreaker Constantine."

The Holy Temple Knight Commander?

The expressions of the surrounding Patriarchs of the Old Blood Families changed. That was the only Golden Contract Knight on the Inner Side. To avenge Roy, the Hestia Family had actually managed to summon him?

But the Beowulf Patriarch just shook his head. "The sky belongs to the Wax Dragon Bad. No one can match its speed. The Beowulf Family refuses to blockade the mountain range."

"Miss Eldest drew Eight Dragon Patterns... By rights, she should be the next Patriarch of the Beowulf Family. Is the Beowulf Family going to abandon its own future Patriarch?" Jill, the vice-commander of the Griffin Knight Order, stepped forward, attempting to use Isabella to persuade Lidton.

But the Lidton Patriarch simply took a glass of red wine from a nearby maid and said, "Constantine won’t harm Isabella. She’ll be back soon."

"Why?"

"I would have thought Young Master Jill would understand better than I," the Lidton Patriarch said with a smile.

Jill froze, then retreated behind the Hestia Patriarch without another word.

The Hestia Patriarch didn’t understand the reason for this exchange, but he knew the negotiations had probably failed. He demanded, "Is the Beowulf Family truly planning to defy the ruling of the Prole Court and shelter Baron Constantin?"

"I will report this matter to the Demon Hunter Association! I will request they launch an investigation into the Beowulf Family!!!"

This was a blatant threat.

The Lancelot Patriarch also hurried over to mediate.

In response, the Lidton Patriarch simply took a sip of his red wine, looked the Hestia Patriarch in the eye, and said with great seriousness, "You’re not wrong. Perhaps the Beowulf Clan *should* shelter Baron Constantin."

"What did you say?"

The Hestia Patriarch, the Lancelot Patriarch, and all the Patriarchs and Elders of the Old Blood Clans who had gathered to watch the drama unfold—they all stopped in their tracks.

Lidton drained the wine from his glass, placed it gently back on the maid’s tray, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. "Baron Constantin has drawn the Dragon Spear," he said. "That makes him the Master of the Dragon Spear.