An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

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“Even if I can’t handle it, isn’t the Prince of West Lucozia there for such matters? Their influence can’t possibly

overshadow the West Lucozian monarchy, can it?” Dustin asked.

Lucas wore a mournful expression.

“It’s not as straightforward as you might think. Those bullies have deep ties with high-ranking officials and the West

Lucozian monarchy. It’s not just socially but their interests also intertwine. No one is brave enough to touch them.”

Dustin frowned.

“Shouldn’t the prince take action against such individuals?”

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Considering Rufus’ character, it was highly unlikely that he would tolerate such incidents.

Lucas shook his head.

“The prince is overwhelmed with his duties, and these corrupt officials cover up such ugly deeds. The prince is

unlikely to be aware, let alone have the chance to seek justice for us.”

“I never imagined West Lucozia would deteriorate to this extent,” Dustin remarked, his expression darkening.

As the Crown Prince of West Lucozia, Dustin found himself deeply angered as he witnessed the descendants of

once- respected heroes being subjected to oppression. Their pleas even fell on deaf ears.

Even someone like Lucas, a general’s son, had not been spared from such hardship. This grim reality hinted at the

broader suffering endured by ordinary people.

“Present-day West Lucozia isn’t the same as before.”

Lucas sighed.

He went on, “The prince is aging, and many matters slip beyond his direct control. Corrupt officials exploit this, and

what seems prosperous on the surface conceals internal corruption. Incidents like these are becoming all too

common.”

Dustin adopted a serious expression.

“Mr. Ashen, I can’t turn a blind eye when faced with such injustice. If you’re in trouble, speak up. I’ll ensure justice is

served for you.” 1

Lucas paused, reflecting on his next words. While he could feel the determination radiating from the young person

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across from him, the apprehension of burdening them lingered heavily in his thoughts.

“Mr. Ashen, no need to worry. My friend wields considerable influence in West Lucozia. If you speak up, we can

certainly help. But if you remain silent, we can’t assist. This is your only opportunity,” Grace reassured him.

Lucas nodded after some contemplation. With no other options, he felt compelled to take this chance. He hoped for

some divine intervention in this memorial park encounter.

“Alright, I’ll talk.”

Lucas inhaled deeply before recounting the torment.