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Dustin quietly reflected on memories of his mother as he bowed his head. With the identification of the instigator,
Alaric, and the dissolution of Dragon Guard, only Reagan and Cinna remained. Once this remaining threat was
eliminated, he would have avenged his mother.
“Mom… I really miss you!” Dustin whispered, gazing at the stone statue before him.
In his recollections, Rufus was always engrossed in state affairs, seldom returning home. It was Alba who worked
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttirelessly to raise him.
During his rebellious childhood, Dustin often perceived his mother as being too strict. He occasionally earned a few
cane lashes for minor missteps. Now mature, he understood his mother’s well-intentioned discipline.
As the Crown Prince of West Lucozia, born with a silver spoon, he could have easily devolved into a pampered
playboy without his mother’s guidance. She had nurtured him in martial arts, military strategy, medicine, and even
some divine esoteric techniques. She not only gave him life, but also paved the way for his future.
Dustin sighed.
Grace let out a soft sigh as she watched the grief-stricken Dustin. She wisely chose to give him space. She
understood that a mother and son needed time to converse after being reunited after many years.
An hour later, Dustin finished pouring his heart out. After taking three deep bows before his mother’s statue, he
finally stood up. The sky had darkened, and only a few scattered figures roamed the vast cemetery. They were
occasionally accompanied by mournful cries.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said, regaining composure as he walked over to Grace.
“No worries.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe shook her head slightly.
“I’ve always admired your mother. Seeing her statue here is an honor for me.”
“It’s getting dark. Let’s find a place to stay.”
Dustin changed the subject.
“I’ve arranged that already with an old mansion to the west of the city. Our cover is that of siblings returning to
their hometown. As long as we don’t draw too much attention, no one should suspect us,” Grace informed.
“Sounds good.”
He nodded.
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