Chapter 155

“Please, help me! Beg for mercy and spare my life!” Herman pleaded.

Marvin responded coldly, “Given the Crimson Alliance’s influence in Gabo Creek, I might have considered showing you mercy, Herman. Unfortunately, you didn’t offend me—you offended Mr. Lloyd. Do you honestly think that even a Crimson Alliance elder’s reputation is enough to earn forgiveness in this situation?”

Herman’s face turned ashen. He laughed bitterly. “You’re right… I don’t deserve mercy. This is my fate, my terrible luck.”

“Mr. Blackwood, who the hell is Andrew?” Tony demanded through gritted teeth. “Stop wallowing and explain! He can’t possibly be that important!”

Herman’s expression grew lifeless. He sighed. “Since even Mr. Yates has acknowledged the truth, I might as well tell you, you ignorant fool. He’s not just important—even the most powerful would bow before him. He’s a Lloyd, and he has the Blood-Eyed Black Dragon on his chest. Do you know what that tattoo signifies?”

Tony gulped, stuttering, “W-What does it mean?”

Herman closed his eyes, as if summoning the courage to speak of something terrifying. “It means he’s a direct descendant of the Lloyd family—one of the three royal families of Holtrien. And his tattoo? It doesn’t bear the black eyes of an ordinary warrior, nor the silver eyes of a notable bloodline, nor even the golden eyes reserved for the family’s elite heirs. His dragon tattoo bears blood-red eyes. Do you know what that means? It means he’s the one and only Dragon Prince of the Lloyd family. Ten years ago, he brought chaos to Chetvine, and Holtrien’s elite believed the Dragon Prince perished because heaven itself couldn’t tolerate his existence.” His voice shook. “Yet here he is, hiding in a small place like Jayrodale. Heaven has truly forsaken me!”

After finishing his explanation, Herman collapsed. Tony felt his own world crumble. His face turned deathly pale, and all strength seemed to drain from him.

In Holtrien, there were wealthy families, noble houses, and above them all, the untouchable royal families. Andrew wasn't just from a family; he was from the Lloyds, one of only three royal families.

Tony staggered, his heart pounding. Even more devastating was the realization that East Side hadn’t just angered a Lloyd family member—they had provoked the one and only Dragon Prince. This was the very youth who, a decade ago, had thrown Chetvine into chaos and reduced Holtrien’s mightiest warriors to nothing. He wasn’t just a legend—he was a force of nature, a living god amongst mortals.

“It’s over. I’m done. East Side… is doomed!” Tony’s sanity finally fractured. His breakdown surpassed even Herman’s, as the full weight of his situation crushed him utterly.