Walter, commander of the Driscoll family's Shadow Division, and Bradley, the family's master art expert, a martial king at his peak, stood at his side with a matte-finished longsword in hand, were also present.

The two powerhouses moved in, flanking Scarlett as they entered the dining hall.

Outside, the chaotic shuffle of feet faded almost instantly. It was obvious the cathedral's monks had been ordered to clear the area and stay far from the fight.

'The Driscoll family really came prepared,' Andrew thought, taking in how quickly the situation had turned grim.

Victoria rose from her seat with a cold expression, her movements slow and unhurried, as if nothing could shake her.

The rest of the Peck family looked completely different.

Calvin was so scared he nearly wet himself, holding his head and begging repeatedly. "Ms. Driscoll, Mr. Burke, our family is innocent. Do whatever you want, just don't drag us into it."

Miles and Liliana were frozen in wide-eyed terror, too s