Andrew shook his head. "Don't waste your time trying to dig into my background. Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."

Chantelle let out a cold laugh. "Come on, Mr. Lloyd, that's a bit much. You think I can't find out? Unless you're from one of Holtrien's top-tier noble families or one of the nation's real powerhouses the kind who sit at the top of the decision-making pyramid—I can and will dig up your history."

Andrew replied coolly, "Alright then, here's a little hint. I used to serve in Holtrien's military. If you want to investigate, be my guest."

Chantelle froze, and her eyes widened in shock. "Military? You were in the armed forces?"

Andrew corrected her without hesitation. "Not a soldier-I commanded them."

That shut her up immediately. Her stunned gaze locked onto him. She paused for a second, then asked more urgently, "Wait, seriously? You led troops? Then that must mean... your rank wasn't low, was it?"

After all, there was a massive difference between serving in the military and actually leading.

more than enough clues. The

you were in the

past wasn't ordinary. I used to think he was overthinking it. But now, looking at you—someone with both edge and discipline-turns out your roots are in one of the most

talk business. Tell me interested in exploring

like a fantasy than anything

"That's exactly what I

take a look at this, and then tell me again if you still think it's all just a myth." Chantelle stepped closer. "What is

of Andrew lay a weathered piece of parchment-a fragment from the Rhodes family. He picked up a small vial beside it and let a

lines began to emerge

written in

at least 100 years old. And back then, invisible ink wasn't exactly a

hundred-year-old parchment... Wait... is this

blood across the parchment. The page soaked it up instantly, and as it

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