The words that had been on the tip of Jericho's tongue got stuck there. He stared blankly at Alfredo, wanting to ask, "Dad, do you even hear yourself right now?"

Instead, he cleared his throat and said, "Dad, there's someone else who came with Sheena. Reginald's son, Andrew."

Alfredo's hand froze mid-polish on the sword. "Interesting! Reginald's son, the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince, inheritor of the Lloyd family ancestors' totem. He's supposedly even more outrageous than Sheena.

"Back in the day, Reginald and I fought to a draw, or so people thought. In reality, I lost to him by half a move. And now, his son has come to my territory. Tell me, Jericho, how do you think I feel about that?"

Jericho smiled, "Dad, don't worry. Tomorrow, I'll make sure that Andrew pays a little price for it."

Alfredo shook his head. "Do you really think I need to prove myself by picking on a kid? He's still young and hasn't even reached his full potential. To me, he's nothing worth mentioning.