Another full day had already passed since Andrew had left Chetvine.

"Alright, time's up."

Inside the Lloyd family base, Donovan slowly opened his eyes as he rose from his chair. He was already 80, and although his martial skills had long stopped advancing, the sharp light in his gaze was still intimidating.

"Stick to the rules. Inside Chetvine, we don't make a move. But outside Chetvine? Kill anyone from the Cunningham family or the Harding family on sight. Remember, I want their heads taken off, not just wounds or warnings. I want all three Lloyd combat divisions going all out and wiping out everyone tied to those two families."

His voice sounded calm and even. It was not vicious, nor did it drip with hatred. It was as if he were simply discussing a routine task. Yet, only the ten division heads who had served Donovan for decades could truly sense the tidal wave of fury burning under that calm exterior.

Guillermo had already been quietly targeting the Lloyd royal family for a lon