Chapter 1689 by Marina Vittori

Sensing Dustin’s confusion, Glenn explained, “Aunt Alba had a conflict with the family years ago. So, she chose to leave and cut ties.

“After she passed away, my mom and I went to West Lucozia to pay our respects and told your dad who we were. But it seems he didn’t mention it to you.”

“I haven’t been back in ten years,” Dustin said with a complicated expression. The revelation about his mom’s past explained why she hadn’t returned to her home. He decided that once everything was sorted out, he would visit and pay his respects to her as well.

Trying to change the subject, Glenn said suddenly, “Your sword is impressive. Can I have it?”

Dustin, taken aback, asked, “What?”

“It looks like a no,” Glenn said casually.

“Well then, let’s find a chance to have a fight. If you lose, the sword is mine. If you win, my sword is yours.”

Dustin was left speechless. The sudden shift from family talk to suggesting a fight was confusing.

“Don’t worry. I won’t take advantage of your state now. Once you recover, we can have our match,” Glenn assured sincerely.

Throughout their talk, Glenn couldn’t take his eyes off the Celestial Blade in Dustin’s hands. Being a sword lover, he considered a great sword akin to unmatched beauty.

He believed that the more swords he owned, the stronger he became. His admiration for a splendid sword was hard to hide.

This situation mirrored Glenn’s previous encounter with Seth, driven by the allure of Seth’s Dragon Sparrow

Sword. Unfortunately, Glenn hadn’t had a chance to spar with him yet.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from the top of Quandary Mountain. After the earth-shaking noise, a bunch of rocks rolled down from the summit.

Luckily, the troops of the Eight Sovereigns had pulled back, avoiding serious injuries.

“What?” The three of them glanced up at the commotion.

On the mountain peak, a spear clashed with a sword. The Inferno Fury Spear glowed red, coloring half the sky, while the Dragon Sparrow Sword shimmered with a golden light, holding its own.

A spear and a sword danced skillfully, their golden and red glows weaving intricate patterns. The two fighters moved with precision, almost fading away in the midst of their exchange.

Glenn muttered, “Seems like they’re close to figuring out who’s winning.”

This was a duel between the world’s top -tier warriors. Once it was over, things were going to shake up, be it in the government or the martial world.

If Alaric won, the West Lucozian monarchy would go down, and there wouldn’t be anyone left to challenge the Dragon Guard.

If Seth came out on top, the Dragon Guard would lose its main support, and the whole monarchy would go into chaos.

So, it wasn’t just about honor. It was like deciding the fate of the whole world.

“Sir, who do you think will win?” Abigail cautiously inquired.

“It’s hard to say. They’re both evenly matched. Nobody can predict the winner until the very end,” Dustin replied seriously.

“But Uncle Seth still has a trump card he hasn’t played. That might turn the tide in his favor.”

“A trump card? What is it?” she asked curiously.

“I haven’t seen it. I just heard Uncle Seth talk about it once,” he said, shaking his head.