My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



There was an underground domain in Lannopolis, which was also a secret stronghold of the Divine Hall. It was fortified with imprable security. Metal Mask entered with a steady pace. Everywhere he passed, the people bowed deeply and greeted him.

"Sir, you've returned! Did you capture Lucas's only student?" asked the elite assassin of the Divine Hall, codenamed Ace, who stepped forward and bowed.

In his mind, the Master of the Order was unmatched in strength, which meant he would absolutely succeed in subduing the Fox family's heir. Metal Mask glanced at him. He then suddenly coughed up blood and swayed unsteadily.

Ace was shocked. He rushed to support him and helped him to his seat.

“Sir, what happened? How were you injured?" he asked in disbelief. He had never seen Metal Mask this hurt before. No one in Honora was capable of wounding him.

"I underestimated him," Metal Mask said gravely. "The Fox family's heir has surpassed the sovereign grade. He's already a Martial Saint!"

"What? Martial Saint?" Ace's eyes widened in disbelief and his face turned pale with shock.

A Martial Saint was an extraordinary realm beyond the sovereign grade. It was a rarity among rarities.

It was well-known throughout the whole world that sovereign grade fighters were legends. Each fighter at that grade was a formidable force and deserved the title of a

master.

Yet only a selected few knew the truth: the sovereign grade was merely the entry point to true power. Hidden in the shadows were countless fighters who were even stronger than that.

Even though it was rare, the sovereign grade was not unattainable.

But Martial Saints? They were almost mythical figures. They were the pinnacle of martial prowess and were rarely seen in the common world.

The Master of the Order was a Martial Saint. He was capable of effortlessly crushing any sovereign grade fighters.

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Ace struggled to accept what he had just heard. The Fox family's heir had not only reached the Martial Saint level but had also managed to injure the Master of the Order himself.

That too, at such a young age?

It was unimaginable!

"Even if he's a Martial Saint, he shouldn't have been able to injure you," Ace said in confusion.

"The gap between Martial Saints is even wider than that between sovereign grade fighters," Metal Mask said in a low voice. "Dustin Fox... he must be at the peak of the Martial Saints."

Ace was stunned into silence.

"How did he train? Did he start practicing martial arts as a fetus?" he muttered in envy and disbelief.

Reaching the sovereign grade had already cost them unimaginable effort. To be a Martial Saint? That was a distant dream. It was out of reach.

So, why did it seem so effortless for someone else?

"That man is Lovellia's most dazzling martial arts prodigy the world has seen in centuries," Metal Mask said darkly. "There's no doubt... he possesses the Fox family's secrets."

"Sir, what should we do?" Ace asked.

Metal Mask sighed heavily.

"Report to the Divine Altar..."

Meanwhile, the trial at the Cain family villa had ended in chaos.

Bianca left the villa in a foul mood. She turned into a dimly lit alley. Someone was waiting for her there.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Miss Bianca." Michael Jonas bowed respectfully. "The master has sent me to protect you."

Bianca nodded slightly.

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Michael was an elite martial artist trained by the Winter family in Central Harbor. He was rarely dispatched to handle external affairs.

Upon hearing of her troubles in Lannopolis, the family had immediately sent him to her side.

"I also brought additional manpower to assist you. Your mother wants me to pass on a message: if deemed necessary, you may leverage the family's connections within Lannopolis," Michael said respectfully.

Bianca's face softened.

For days, she had plotted against Dustin, only to find herself thwarted at every turn. This support was timely.

"Send someone to investigate Dustin Fox, the Wyatt family's adopted son. I want a detailed account of everything he's done over the years," she said coldly.

She was no fool and had long been suspicious of him.

Dustin had hidden his true abilities for over a decade in the Wyatt family.

There was no way he was just a freeloader like the Wyatt sisters assumed he was.

He must have accomplished something significant. Something remarkable enough to command the loyalty of so many forces.