It was now not surprising that Frank remained calm and conceited—he came prepared.


    Naturally, neither Chaz nor Neil could have known how Frank predicted their n and countered it


    ordingly.


    It was a question for Jaud, who would rather stay anonymous.


    Chaz and Neil were certainly caught in despair too—even the Lionhearts would not be able to win


    against Frank, not when he brought thebined might of Riverton!


    And having so immactely set up a n specifically to get Frank killed, neither of them were going to


    survive this.


    After all, the Lionhearts could not protect them—not when Titus himself could not ensure his own


    safety.


    And if Titus actually attacked Frank, his friends were not going to just stand by and watch—every ally of


    the Lionheart, including Titus himself, would die here.


    "T-Titus! Please, I''m so scared... I don''t wanna die! Not here!" Wilbur was bawling, his pants already


    wet.


    Titus was himself feeling somber—he could see the legions of men swarming outside and understood


    that he no longer had the advantage nor the right to throw his weight around Frank.


    "We''re surrounded. and even the East Coast Base Commander is here. There is no mistaking it now—


    Frank is a member of the Lawrence family."


    He could hardly ept it—his fiancee had slept with someone else. And he, the heir of Morhen''s


    Lionheart Dynasty, would be reduced to ignominy.


    While most of his family''s power resided in Lionheart, and he might not fear Frank if they went all out


    as well, it was too little toote. Even if they called for help now, it was still going to take them days to


    come in force, and Frank was not about to give his time.


    "I''ve underestimated you, Frank," Titus said after fighting his reluctance for a while, bowing his head to


    Frank. "I won''t press the issue between you and Vicky, or meddle in your conflict against the Graves


    family and the Soranos. I concede."


    He sighed heavily, frustration showing on his face.


    He was Titus Lionheart, the heir to Morhen''s Lionheart dynasty and a martial elite who rose toplete


    Birthright rank unimpeded.


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    Another few years, he might even reach Ascendant rank, propelling him above the rest and to a ce


    only a select few individuals in Draconia ever reached.


    He had therefore never expected to blunder like this!


    Still, despite his grief, he was no average rich kid because he understood a simple yet obvious


    principle: Everything was still possible as long as one was still alive.


    If he chose to die for pride, Frank would definitely fight him to the bitter end.


    And if Titus lost his life, he would also lose everything.


    Therefore, despite all his pride as the man so admired and so fawned over in Morhen, he could read a


    situation well enough to understand that he was on the back foot—and surrender.


    He knew that Frank would not attack him anyway—he was the heir of the Lionhearts, and making him


    concede was already a monumental task.


    Even if the Riverton factions gathered here were each small in scale, the Lionhearts could still wipe


    them all out if necessary... but only if they decided a total war was worth it.


    In fact, even if they did, figures like Hans Schnee—whomanded the military forces of the East


    Coast —would prove troublesome.


    "I''ve conceded, Frank. Can I go now?" Titus pressed since Frank was not responding, though he had


    already presumed they hade to an agreement.


    But just as he turned to leave, he suddenly heard Frank''s cool voice. "Wait."