Chapter 108

"Looks like these are truly Lucas Wyatt's ashes," Lord Barbenheim smiled, observing their reactions. He flicked his wrist; the urn slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor. The Wyatt sisters panicked. Dustin's face froze; he moved instantly, determined to reach the urn before the ashes spilled. His speed was such that, even from over thirty feet, he could have made it. But as he neared Lord Barbenheim, a loud bang echoed, and he saw a knife flying toward his heart. Dustin parried it. The urn crashed to the floor.

Crash!

It shattered, scattering ashes everywhere. "Dad!" cried the Wyatt sisters. Dustin's face was murderous. He cared for no one in the Wyatt family except Lucas, who had raised him, serving as both father and teacher. Lucas was the only one who had shown him kindness. Dustin had served the Wyatt family for years out of loyalty to Lucas, honoring his request, even enduring countless injuries and scorn. Had it not been for the Wyatt sisters' betrayal that day, he would still be protecting them. Seeing Lucas's ashes scattered, Dustin's eyes burned with rage. Even Lord Barbenheim's rule over Grayvale meant nothing; all he could think of was killing him. Finding nothing amongst the ashes, Lord Barbenheim was disappointed; he'd only wanted to see if the urn contained treasure.

"I'll give you half an hour. Hand over the treasure, or I'll kill you all," Lord Barbenheim said icily.

"Dustin, give it to him! Do you want us all to die?!" Elisa cried.

"You couldn't even protect your own teacher's ashes! Are you even human? Are you just going to let others walk all over Dad?!" Delia raged, cursing Dustin. Dustin stared at the scattered ashes, feeling a profound disappointment.

Chapter 109 (Assuming this is Chapter 109, not a continuation of 108)

Even with their father's ashes scattered, all they could think about was compromising with Lord Barbenheim and blaming Dustin! Their actions were absurd.

"Hand it over, young man," Lord Barbenheim said, staring at Dustin.

"You want it?" Dustin sneered. "Then claim it in hell!"

His anger consumed him; bloodlust surged. Lord Barbenheim had desecrated Lucas's grave, and Dustin wouldn't forgive him. He'd thrown the urn, scattering the ashes—for that, Dustin would kill him. Dustin moved so fast Lord Barbenheim froze. Years as a soldier, his achievements earning him the title of lord, had made him strong. He sensed Dustin's exceptional ability the moment he saw him. Yet, Lord Barbenheim remained motionless, as if unconcerned by Dustin's attack.

As Dustin reached him, another knife flew, this one imbued with immense power. Dustin's attack was again blocked. Parrying the knife, he glared to the side. A thin, old man stepped forward, sneering.

"If you wish to harm His Highness, you must go through me," the old man said disdainfully.

Dustin's murderous rage intensified. If not for this ambush, he could have protected Lucas's ashes. This man was despicable! He had to die!

"Fine. I'll kill you first!" Dustin snapped, abandoning Lord Barbenheim to charge at the old man.