An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

"Troublemaker! I know you're in there, so come out and face the music!"

The loud shout echoed through the tavern again. It sent waves of unease rippling through the patrons.

Miles and the others instinctively turned their gaze toward Abigail.

To them, she was the only one who fit the bill of a troublemaker. But who would dare to be so bold as to challenge the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order so openly?

"Everyone, please continue enjoying your meal. I'll take care of this." Abigail smiled as she dabbed her mouth with a napkin. Then, she rose from her seat and descended the stairs.

Miles and the others exchanged glances and hurried to the window to see what was happening outside.

On the street, a burly man surrounded by a gang of 20 to 30 men was shouting threats. They wielded their weapons menacingly as if they were ready for action.

"Hey, doesn't that man look familiar?" Ruby arched her eyebrow as she recognized the burly man. She had seen him at the Combat Tournament, but his name momentarily escaped her.

"It's Luke Harding from Frostzard Manor!" Miles chimed in.

"You're right! It's him!" Ruby nodded. "This punk caused a scene at the Combat Tournament earlier, and Caleb blasted him with Stormcraft magic until he was a mess. I didn't expect him to recover so quickly. He's quite resilient."

"Luke's got the skills, but he's not the brightest bulb," Dalen remarked.

He unfolded his fan and said casually, "Caleb spared his life back at Sacred Wrym Summit, but now he's out looking for trouble again."

"People like him, sheltered from reality, have no idea how dangerous the Mystic Arts Order can be." Crystal shook her head in disbelief. She shared Dalen's view on Luke's futile provocation.

the group of men that Luke's brought along,

noticed that the men accompanying Luke were elites. Despite Abigail's status as the Grand Sorceress of the

Regular martial artists might fret over being outnumbered, but not

poison?" Ruby

"Exactly!" Miles nodded.

those dark arts. We haven't encountered anything like that. But just the parasitic poison alone

of the crowd at Frostzard Manor, if Ms. Robinson were to use her parasitic poison,

the poison really that deadly?"

deadly—it's downright unpredictable!"

"Do you know how many elites from the martial

its victim without leaving a trace. Plus, its eerie menace has haunted countless

has many enemies, yet no faction dares to pick a fight with them. That's

avoid confrontation unless provoked by

unorthodox tactics. Those who provoked their disciples would meet their end without understanding how

into a hornet's

really that oblivious? They're still eager for a fight despite knowing the risks of crossing

enough," Miles remarked as he

that moment, Abigail confidently stepped

angrily brandished his sword at

like you haven't learned your lesson from this morning. And you dare to swagger in front of me? Aren't you afraid

who's left standing

"The men behind me are martial arts experts I've paid handsomely.

she scanned the group. "A bunch of amateurs think they're experts?