News of Sir Veldom's disgrace and downfall spread through Venuce like wildfire.
Within minutes, whispers filled every alley and noble hall, carrying the tale of a noble young master who had cut down a city guard and walked unchallenged through the gates.
People who once bowed to Sir Veldom's tyranny now whispered Kyle's name with awe and reverence.
Some feared him, others admired him, but all agreed on one thing—he was not someone to be trifled with.
By the time Kyle reached Sir Veldom's mansion, the staff had already prepared to welcome him as the new authority.
His carriage was guided inside without delay, and Queen remained in its bed, tail curled protectively around the dragon egg.
It lazily opened one eye before closing it again, content in the warmth and safety.
Kyle stepped down from the carriage and was greeted not by servants, but by three elegantly dressed women—Sir Veldom's wives.
