An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

"I..."

Abigail's words left Ruby speechless, and she blushed. Ruby suddenly realized she was too naive.

Grudges and alliances often defied reason in the martial world—either kill or be killed.

If Luke intended to kill Abigail, then it was only natural for her to defend herself by retaliating against him. Her actions were justified.

Furthermore, as Abigail pointed out, those who acted solely for profit were hardly virtuous. Therefore, it was not worthwhile to advocate for justice on their behalf.

"Ruby, judging by your demeanor, you're likely new to the martial world," Abigail began. "Holding onto your good intentions is commendable, but you must choose your allies wisely. Blindly playing the role of a saint will only bring harm to yourself and others."

She offered a knowing smile. "Let's let bygones be bygones. There's no need to let tension brew between us over strangers' affairs. Come, let's continue with our drinks."

Then, she lifted her glass and nodded toward Ruby.

Ruby hesitated briefly before raising her glass and downing its contents.

As the tension dissipated after the brief commotion, the atmosphere in the tavern returned to its former merriment as if nothing had happened. Laughter and chatter resumed, accompanied by the clinking of glasses.

Meanwhile, members of the Mystic Arts Order swiftly cleaned up the aftermath outside the tavern.

With the streets littered with bodies and blood, they worked diligently to erase any traces of the night's violence. Even if their actions were in self-defense, they had to ensure no lingering consequences.

them, preserving their reputation and ensuring their gambling activities could continue uninterrupted

the night swiftly progressed to morning, the atmosphere at Sacred

at this early hour, the venue buzzed with anticipation as crowds filled every available space. They were eagerly awaiting

to secure a prime spot. She had set up ten gambling

match

celestial stones to be delivered overnight from the

contrast to the trivial disputes on the previous day, Abigail

tens of thousands of spectators, including elite members from various major sects, gathering

cultivating these potential gamblers would lead to untold wealth. She naturally had taken

turned a blind eye to the gambling activities

the perfect environment to make a profit. Thus, her new round

with her schemes in the tournament venue,

crowd at Sacred Wrym Summit,

a letter he found slipped under his door that morning. The letter's content was simple. It was a request for a

dismissed such a request without much thought.

a peculiar mark—a distinct emblem of the Hall of Gods, West

Hall of Gods had been relentless in their efforts to sow discord and

attempt to assassinate Rufus in Swinton, where they had even deployed the Four

their clandestine machinations.

had revealed his identity. To uncover

the instructions in the letter, he arrived