Duke Crimson was a burly middle-aged man with a perfectly trimmed mustache, a blue-red robe draped over his broad shoulders, and neatly combed hair. Known as the Flame Lord, his Martial Spirit manifested as a massive Frilled Lizard with crimson and yellow scales, resembling a land dragon. Flames lined its flanks, traveling down its spine to its tail, where they formed a trident-like shape.

    This lineage Martial Spirit, known as the Flame Lord Dragon, was a testament to his formidable power.

    Now, Duke Crimson was seething with anger as he stormed toward the feast hall. Although he was well aware of his son''s tendencies, the day''s numerous pressing matters had prevented him from addressing them. His sole aim now was to vent his fury on the unfortunate soul who had dared to provoke his son.

    Arriving at the feast hall, Duke Crimson calmed down a little. He entered slowly and started making his way up, with many people coming to greet him along the way, further inflating his ego.

    He decided to take them along to showcase his power, climbing to the 13th floor with many people in tow. None knew why the Duke was summoning them, but they couldn''t hope to refuse, so they silently followed him.

    Soon, they arrived at the 13th floor. Reynold''s eyes lit up upon seeing his father. He hurriedly went to him, pointed at Aiden and his group, and said, "Father, they are the ones who mocked me and our family," exaggerating his distress by crying and making a scene.

    Duke Crimson looked at his son and then at Aiden and the others.

    "Who are they?" Duke Crimson thought as he looked at the trio.

    He knew all the powerful people in the region, but this group wasn''t on his list. If they were anyone else, he would have stormed over and killed them after some torture. But something about them made his instincts scream to run away.

    His eyes lingered on the veiled white-haired lady and the white-haired boy. "Both of them are dangerous," he thought. "As for the third one, she is Serina, the assistant of Great Alchemist Fran."

    "I can''t afford to offend her, or our pill supply might be cut off," he mused, glancing at Serina.

    Looking at his son, he felt the urge to slap him. "How many times have I told him not to mess with influential people? And he had to pick a fight with the assistant of the only Great Alchemist. Does he think I''m a Spirit God?"

    Slowly, he made his way to them and said, "Can we talk, Miss Serina?"

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    He addressed Serina, assuming she was the leader of the group. Aiden didn''t even look up, continuing to eat elegantly, while Shelly frowned at the sudden intrusion but resumed her meal after a glance.

    Serina raised her head and looked at him. "Duke Crimson, what do you want to talk about?" she asked.

    "Hahaha, nothing much. It seems my son caused some misunderstandings. I''m here to apologize on his behalf," Duke Crimson laughed nervously.

    "Father!" Reynold''s face paled. He wanted to shout out that his fiance?e was here, but one glare from his father shut him up.

    "Damn it, who are they?" He clenched his fists hard and bowed too.

    "Nothing is impossible," Aiden said coldly as his Death Dragon of Infinite Darkness prepared its own breath attack.

    "Dark Nova."

    A whisper spread in the still hall, followed by a flash of black light. All that remained were Duke Crimson''s feet, the rest of him obliterated before anyone could blink. The only sign of Aiden''s attack was the gaping hole where Duke Crimson''s body once stood.

    Reynold sat on his bum, pale-faced. Aiden looked at him and then waved his hand as he mumbled, "Dark Splicer."

    Six massive dark blades moved towards Reynold and sliced him to pieces, along with those who had aimed for Shelly and Serina. Aiden''s gaze swept over the others, and seeing him looking at them, everyone fell to their knees and slammed their heads into the ground, begging for their lives.

    Aiden snorted coldly and returned to his seat, calling for a waiter. The waiter approached him respectfully, took his order, and in just another minute, Aiden''s new serving was on his plate. The hall was back to normal, the staff having fixed everything in record time.

    "They are good," Shelly said, admiring the renewed hall.

    "It''s a common occurrence on this floor, so the staff are always ready to fix things up," the waiter explained.

    "But Young Master and ladies, I suggest you leave this kingdom soon. The King doesn''t like it when people kill those he highly values," the waiter said before leaving.

    "What do you think?" Aiden asked.

    "Hmph, he''s just a Middle Spirit God. There''s no need to be cautious of him," Shelly shrugged and said.

    Aiden nodded and resumed his meal while Serina shook her head at the disparity in their attitudes.

    Finishing their meals, just as they were about to leave, the same waiter approached them, bowing respectfully. "Our manager would like to meet you, if you allow it."

    Aiden thought for a moment and then nodded. The waiter led them to a special room. Opening the door, they saw a beautiful lady with violet shimmering hair, light makeup, and a bright smile waiting for them. She stood up as they entered and welcomed them.

    "Hello, esteemed guests. My name is Lyla. It''s a pleasure to meet you all," she said, bowing and lifting the hem of her dress.

    Aiden looked at her and nodded, returning her greeting politely. They all sat down.

    "So, what business do you have with us?" Aiden asked, looking straight into her violet eyes.

    "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Elvira Vin Razor. I am from the Razor Kingdom, near the central part of the continent," she said.

    Aiden nodded while Serina frowned but remained silent. Inwardly, her brain began to turn gears. "Razor Kingdom, one of the most powerful kingdoms in the central part of the continent. There are rumors that their lineage spirit is Thunder and Lightning attributed, of a higher grade than other kingdoms'' lineage spirits."

    "So, why is a princess from such a powerful kingdom here in the backwaters?" Serina thought as she looked at Elvira.