Chapter 364

A person as mighty as him should have

been respected and admired by all, no matter where he went. His presence

alone

should be worshiped like that of a god, so why was he behaving so humbly?

"Prince of Theswe? Your Grace?" Clement stared dully, first at Rufus and

then at Dustin. He felt an immense fear that he had never experienced bef

ore crept up on him and spread throughout his entire being.

There was only one person in the whole world

who was known as the Prince of Theswe, and that person was the ruler of W

est Lucozia, the person who had

total control over the Rhys household, and the one person who reigned Dra

gonmarsh. It was the remarkable Rufus Rhys. Could it be possible that the

ugly and hunched old man was the indestructible Prince of Theswe?

At the thought of that, Clement was so terrified that he broke out in a c

old sweat and looked as white as a sheet.

And if the hunched old man was the Prince of Theswe, then wouldn't Dustin

, who was addressed as "Your Grace", be the son of the Prince of Theswe?

Which would make him… the renowned Kirin, Logan Rhys?

Clement's knees buckled, and he fell heavily to the ground on his backsid

e. His face was ashen, and his gaze was full of despair. He wasn't the on

ly one reduced to such a state. By then, all three of the Williams men we

re also trembling and shaking in fear.

Brody, especially, quivered like a leaf, and his pants were dripping wet.

He was so scared that he had wet himself! None of

them had ever thought that the person they had assumed to be just a small

fry would turn out to be the son of the Prince of Theswe! And they had o

ffended him!

"Get up, Mr. Wilkins. What's a grown man doing staying on his knees every

where he goes? Oh, wait. I nearly forgot. You're not a man, are you?" Ruf

us mocked with the hint of a smile teasing on his lips.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Nestor's eyes narrowed ever so slightly befor

e he resumed his humble and submissive facade.

"You've come just in time today. You must have followed me the entire way

here?" Rufus asked intentionally.

"The master was worried about your safety, Your Highness, so he sent me t

o secretly protect you along the way. I beg for your pardon " Nestor lowe

red his head.

"To protect me? I'm sure you meant he sent you to spy on me?" Rufus smile

d ambiguously.

"Please do not get the wrong idea, Sir. You are of esteemed status, and y

our identity dictates the destiny of the whole of Dragonmarsh. Even the s

lightest scratch or injury on you would threaten the fate of the nation,"

Nestor explained humbly.

"Hah! What a good attendant you are!" Rufus reached out to give Nestor a

pat on the back.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Nestor nodded.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer, Sir. Please return to West Lucozia im

mediately to ensure that

you face no mishap."

"Oh? Are you telling me what to do now?" Rufus' expression darkened.

"I would never dare to." Nestor held his head low.

"If you're

a servant, then act as a servant should. Don't you ever dare tell me what

to do, or you'll be sorry," Rufus warned.

"Yes, Your Highness." Nestor remained submissive and kept

his gaze fixed on the ground.

"Well, why are you still here? Get lost!" Rufus waved his hand impatientl

y.

"Yes, Sir," Nestor answered.

Just as he was about to take his leave, he was stopped by Dustin. "Hold u

p! Did I say you could leave?"

"Do you have any orders, Your Grace?" Once again, Nestor kept his head lo

w.

"Tell

me, were you involved in the incident ten years ago?" Dustin asked coldly

.

"I do not understand what you're referring to, Your Grace."

"Do you not understand, or are you feigning ignorance?" Dustin's gaze was

frosty, and killing intent was starting to surface.

"I'll ask you one last time. Did you have anything to do with my mother's

death?"

"You must have been mistaken, Your Grace. I know nothing about it." Nesto

r shook his head. "Who, in the whole of Aylka, could stop my mother, if n

ot for you, an ultimate grandmaster?" Dustin clenched his fists, and fury

burned within him.

"From what I know, the princess consort had passed on due to an ailment."

Nestor sidestepped.

"F*ck you and your ailments! Go to

hell, vermin!" Dustin pulled out his sword and charged headon toward him.