Westminster Bank

The Bronze Dragon Guide offered a well-reasoned analysis. "The reason the Barrier rejected the other Dragon Guides before was because they had no information. They just went up and started trying to infuse the Dragon Scale with their own rituals... Really, all we had to do was push the stone gate open from the start."

"What does that prove? That’s just your wild speculation. Maybe Master Jack has some special, secret Dragon Guide technique... Besides, even if what you said is true, Master Jack—"

Dewey Frank, a Bronze Beast Demon Hunter, actually stood up at this moment, filled with righteous indignation and speaking with great passion.

Tune secretly gave the Bronze Dragon Guide a thumbs-up, but outwardly he said, "Shut up! Master Jack is obviously not someone you can carelessly criticize. He is one of the only three Silver Dragon Guides present!"

"Are you trying to say that Master Jack, who was personally invited by my eldest sister, the eldest daughter of the Beowulf Family, the Dragon Slayer Isabella, is a fraud!?"

After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Tune, understanding that this might be the only chance in his life to strike a blow against his eldest sister, finally chose to confront her head-on.

Before saying this, to be safe, after measuring the distance between himself and his eldest sister, he even took several dozen steps back to make his escape easier.

Having finally said these words, Tune felt a wave of exhilaration. As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced toward his eldest sister.

Standing beside Lucy, Isabella was expressionless, holding her Red Spear like a warrior forged from pig iron. Her almond-shaped eyes still held an ice-cold glint that looked down on everything.

She noticed her younger brother looking at her and turned to meet his gaze. Tune shivered, subconsciously wanting to lower his head and look away.

But then he looked at his second brother, Jose, who stood beside him, perfectly calm and composed. He understood that it was here that he would contend with them for the position of Patriarch.

’So what if she has Dragon Slayer blood! Her mother was a Bloodless! But my mother, the mother of Tune Beowulf, is of pure Old Blood!’

’I can’t back down! I absolutely cannot back down! If I chicken out here, how can I ever compete with her for the position of Patriarch!’

He forced himself to meet her gaze.

After just a moment, Isabella looked away, listening as Lucy whispered in her ear.

Tune breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, ’I finally did it.’

But he felt an uncomfortable dampness all over. He reached a hand to his back and found it soaked in cold sweat.

.........

’This is obviously a case of killing with praise. They don’t want me... no, seeing that things are going south, they don’t want Isabella to profit from the Dragon Gate. And as a bonus, they want to expose my identity to mess with her head.’

Baron saw through their intentions at once. The expression under his mask was a bit strange.

’Who could have known that Isabella had actually seen through his identity long ago, and that they had already formed their current alliance?’

’Whatever they say, it’s all useless.’

"That’s right, he’s a fraud!"

As expected, Freya’s Bronze Dragon Guide seized the opportunity, sneering, "Some Silver Dragon Guide. He’s just a clown pretending to be one!"

’He said it! He actually said it! We didn’t say it!’

Seeing that the two Silver Dragon Guides offered no support, and with Freya’s Bronze Dragon Guide taking the lead, the other Dragon Guides—led by those who had been robbed by Baron—erupted like a barrel of Gunpowder and began to vent.

The scene and the words were too vulgar to repeat. To summarize, they were using all sorts of facts and arguments to prove that Master Jack was a total scrub.

Jose spoke up at the right moment. "Miss Freya, if you would please control your Dragon Guide."

But Freya just crossed her arms and snorted. "This is a matter between Dragon Guides. It has nothing to do with me."

The implication being that she had no intention of getting involved.

’Especially since this Master Jack is Isabella’s Dragon Guide. She already detested that inexplicable madwoman. If not for Isabella’s personal strength and her family’s power, Freya would have made a move long ago. And now he expected her to help Isabella out of this jam?’

’What a joke! Was she, Freyja Lancelot, some kind of cheap pushover!?’

A hint of amusement flashed in Jose’s eyes.

He knew the full story of the robberies from Roy and understood Freya’s personality, so he was certain she wouldn’t intervene. He had only said that to set up his next line.

He turned in the direction of his eldest sister, Isabella, and said, "Eldest Sister... perhaps there’s some truth to what these Dragon Guides are saying... This Master Jack might not be as simple as he appears..."

’Just as I expected,’ Baron thought. ’A cover like Master Jack’s was made to be blown. This second young master of the Beowulf Family wasn’t just handsome; he was devious, too. Interesting.’

Intentionally led on by Jose, the crowd of Dragon Guides all chimed in, saying they’d long found Master Jack suspicious. They demanded his mask be torn off and that he return the robbed Dra... the robbed money!

At Jose’s instruction, the two Silver Dragon Guides also went along with the "will of the people," adding:

"I didn’t notice before, but looking at it now, Master Jack’s mask does seem a bit different from ours... Perhaps it was the lighting earlier..."

Baron sighed internally. ’I knew earning one hundred thousand pounds wouldn’t be this easy.’

’Looks like they’re not just trying to mess with Isabella’s head; they’re also planning to use this chance to suppress her. Some of the Trial Takers in the crowd are already stirring, demanding that Isabella return the Dragon Scale.’