Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 2206

---- Chapter 2206 If this had been the old Andrew, daring to speak about Philip and any military general in such terms, Luna would have already lost her temper. However, things were different. Knowing Andrew was the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince, Luna had become surprisingly more compliant. Or rather, she subconsciously felt that Andrew calling Philip an old man was not really a problem. After all, that was exactly the kind of thing the former Dragon Prince used to do.

Rumor had it that even toward Holtrien's national advisor, that ruthless genius who could outwit heaven itself, Andrew had never shown the slightest respect. He would curse him to his face the moment he had the chance, never caring about reverence or etiquette. "Andrew, you're back in Chetvine. Do you still remember me?" At that moment, Isabelle, who was only five-foot-five, stepped forward and spoke expressionlessly. Andrew studied her for a long moment before letting out a soft laugh. "I remember a little. That mark on your forehead... It's the Robertson crest, isn't it?

brother, right?" ---- Isabelle gave a small nod. "Yeah. Zion is the eldest of the Robertson family. He doesn't know you've returned. Otherwise, he'd definitely show up to see you." Andrew chuckled dryly. "See me? He'd only be hoping to watch me die. Back then, as the pride of the Robertson family, Zion loved picking fights with me." Isabelle nodded again. "You're right. He probably does want that. To be honest, not

widened. "Kid, you sound just like Zion used to: sharp and defiant. But you're not nearly as obedient as he was. Back then, all it took was one glare from me, and he didn't dare talk back. He knew I'd beat him down if he did. But you? You hide behind the fact that you're a girl, so you think you can act out as you please." Isabelle smiled sweetly, almost innocently. "What can I

especially when we're standing face-to-face with the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince. Andrew, so are you going to make the first move, or should I?" She lifted her arms and rolled up her sleeves, revealing slender, porcelain-white arms. They looked delicate, almost beautiful ---- However, as her inner energy surged, dark purple veins began to crawl across her skin. The soft glow faded, replaced by a sinister, unsettling aura. Her arms twisted with a dreadful power as the markings deepened, spreading like cracks in stone. Luna's face grew

living up to her reputation after all. There was no mistaking those violent markings. It was the mark of the clan's forbidden technique, the Awakened Reaper's Wrath. When Isabelle's entire body turned that shade of purple, she would become a true demon from hell, a merciless killer. Yet, Andrew