Chapter 91
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Volume 2 + Chapter 91: The Head of The Cavendish Family
“Who the hell is this arrogant bastard?!”
Oba looked up as a shower of gold coins rained down from the upper floors, clattering onto the ground.
Everyone—whether Cangqing members or the Sheriff’s soldiers—was stunned.
Because anyone with eyes could see the extent of tonight’s damages. The compensation needed to cover the destruction of the Ascension Casino would be astronomical.
And on top of that, this person was also offering to pay the redemption fines for the “criminals”?
In Corolle, there existed a system called “redemption fines.” If a noble of status accidentally committed a crime, their family could pay a hefty sum to the Sheriff as “support for the city’s development,” thereby reducing or even absolving their punishment.
Summoning a massive magical construct was a serious violation of Corolle’s laws—one that demanded an exorbitant fine.
Combined, these two expenses would bankrupt even a well-off noble family, leaving them destitute and imprisoned for life.
Yet this mysterious voice claimed he’d cover all of it?
“Who’s spouting nonsense?!” The Sheriff frowned.
Xia Yi glanced at Serra, confused.
Serra’s expression had darkened—a look of pure disgust, worse than anything she’d shown during the fight with the Cangqing Gang. Whoever this was, she despised them.
“Everyone here—do me a favor and lend me your ears.”
A middle-aged man descended the staircase, basking in the crowd’s attention, a roguish smirk on his face.
This dragon wore a lavish mink coat, his tall, model-like frame effortlessly pulling off the extravagant attire. His custom-tailored suit had a blue rose pinned to the breast pocket, and his aura was… well, flamboyant to say the least.
He looked like the kind of man who knew he was handsome—a narcissistic playboy through and through.
“You…?!” Oba’s eyes widened.
The Sheriff studied the red-scaled man, then glanced at Serra, noting the resemblance between them. A realization seemed to dawn on him.
Serra sighed, her disappointment palpable.
So this is him—Lucia and Serra’s father.
Xia Yi confirmed her suspicions upon seeing Serra’s reaction.
“Lucius Cavendish!” an Cangqing member spat out.
This was the head of the Cavendish family—Corolle’s last remaining old-blood noble.
“Daughter~ Why so cold? Not even a hello for your dear old dad after decades apart?” Lucius grinned, spreading his arms. “How about a hug?”
“Don’t come near me,” Serra said icily. “Surprised you’re still alive. Your luck’s holding up, I see.”
“Ouch. Wishing death on your own father? Just waiting for me to kick the bucket so you can inherit, huh?” Lucius sighed dramatically.
“…I’m only here to drag you back.”
“Aww, my little girl came all this way to fetch me? I’m touched!” Lucius clapped his hands. “Well, I’ve had my fun. Let’s go home.”
He sidled up to Serra, flashing her a grin.
Serra looked physically pained to be near him, refusing to engage further.
Xia Yi blinked. This is… familial affection?
She’d never seen such a bizarre father-daughter dynamic before.
The exchange left everyone speechless—though more out of shock than anything else.
Because the Cavendish family’s heir… had truly returned.
The two Cavendish heirs had vanished centuries ago, and most in Corolle assumed they’d died young.
Yet not only was the heir alive—she’d just humiliated the rising nobles, announcing her return with a display of overwhelming power.
Was this a sign? After years of silence, were the old nobles making their move?
The thought made Oba break out in a cold sweat.
Though the rising nobles looked down on the Cavendishes, they were still royally recognized—a cut above the rest. Even in decline, their name carried weight.
If they were planning a resurgence…
The rising nobles could not allow that.
“Lord Lucius,” Oba snapped, signaling his men to block the exit. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home, obviously.” Lucius yawned. “I’m tired. Unless you plan to unlawfully detain me—which, let’s be honest, you don’t have the authority to do.”
“Lord Lucius, don’t play dumb! Your daughter destroyed our casino, disrupted the event, and violated Corolle’s laws. Even nobles must face justice!”
“Which is why,” Lucius said, rolling his eyes, “I said I’d cover the damages and their fines. Are you deaf?”
“You’re joking! This pittance wouldn’t even cover a fraction—!” Oba stomped on the scattered coins.
Lucius smirked, tilting his head to look down at Oba with deliberate condescension.
“I participated in your casino’s special event tonight. I bet all my chips on one wager—that no one could defeat my daughter before the Sheriff arrived. And guess what? I won.”
Oba froze.
“According to the odds, you owe me a lot. In fact, your Golden Money Tree? It’s mine now.”
“What…?!”
“Deduct the damages and fines, then deliver the remaining winnings to the Cavendish estate. Promptly, please.”
“Impossible! You’re lying! Attendant—!” Oba roared.
A trembling attendant rushed forward, presenting Lucius’ betting slip.
The evidence was irrefutable.
Not only had Lucius won—he’d done so with insane odds, since he was the only one who bet on Serra.
And the amount he’d wagered? Absurdly high.
Even after deducting all compensation and fines, the Ascension Casino owed the Cavendishes a fortune.
The Elvin family wouldn’t just eat the losses—they’d have to pay the fines for their enemies, then hand over a mountain of gold.
Total. Disaster.
“You—!!” Oba’s face turned purple with rage.
“Sheriff! Arrest them NOW! Even nobles must follow procedure—lock them up until trial!”
Lucius chuckled.
“Arrest us? Don’t be ridiculous. The only ones with the authority to judge the Cavendish family…”
He raised a finger, his smirk turning razor-sharp.
“…are the Dragon Royals themselves. Unless Her Majesty the Queen arrives in person? No one has the right to touch us.”
