"Shut up, no one can question the clan leader's decision. Lucy, put aside your prejudice and ignorance.
I could feel that the clan leader's vision had reached a level we could no longer even look up to.
If you hold us back, I won't hesitate to chop off your head."
Dylan glared and drew the cross longsword from his back, the cold tip of the sword pointing at Lucy.
As the only warrior among the second-generation Bloodline members, his powerful aura was full of oppression.
He was the most unwavering supporter of Lide among all the second-generation Bloodline members.
"Rude barbarian, I have no objection to Father's decision. If you shout at me again, I will let you taste the Bursting Fireball."
Lucy immediately exploded upon hearing this, her body buzzing with magic power, and her green eyes glared fiercely at Dylan.
A ball of concentrated magic power began to gather in her hand.
