Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2206

If this had been the old Andrew, daring to speak about Philip and any military general in such terms, Luna would have already lost her temper. However, things were different.

Knowing Andrew was the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince, Luna had become surprisingly more compliant.

Or rather, she subconsciously felt that Andrew calling Philip an old man was not really a problem. After all, that was exactly the kind of thing the former Dragon Prince used to do.

Rumor had it that even toward Holtrien's national advisor, that ruthless genius who could outwit heaven itself, Andrew had never shown the slightest respect. He would curse him to his face the moment he had the chance, never caring about reverence or etiquette.

"Andrew, you're back in Chetvine. Do you still remember me?"

At that moment, Isabelle, who was only five-foot-five, stepped forward and spoke expressionlessly.

Andrew studied her for a long moment before letting out a soft laugh. "I remember a little. That mark on your forehead… It's the Robertson crest, isn't it? Zion Robertson is your older brother, right?"

Isabelle gave a small nod. "Yeah. Zion is the eldest of the Robertson family. He doesn't know you've returned. Otherwise, he'd definitely show up to see you."

Andrew chuckled dryly. "See me? He'd only be hoping to watch me die. Back then, as the pride of the Robertson family, Zion loved picking fights with me."

Isabelle nodded again. "You're right. He probably does want that. To be honest, not just him. I was hoping you'd die outside of Chetvine, too. That way, I wouldn't have to raise my hand against you. Tell me, why did you come back at all?"

Andrew's grin only widened. "Kid, you sound just like Zion used to: sharp and defiant. But you're not nearly as obedient as he was. Back then, all it took was one glare from me, and he didn't dare talk back. He knew I'd beat him down if he did. But you? You hide behind the fact that you're a girl, so you think you can act out as you please."

Isabelle smiled sweetly, almost innocently. "What can I say? Everyone in the Robertson family is like this. It's hard to hold ourselves back, especially when we're standing face-to-face with the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince. Andrew, so are you going to make the first move, or should I?"

She lifted her arms and rolled up her sleeves, revealing slender, porcelain-white arms. They looked delicate, almost beautiful. However, as her inner energy surged, dark purple veins began to crawl across her skin.

"Enough."

Mikayla's cold voice finally cut through the tension.

Isabelle let out a short, dissatisfied huff, but she still lifted her chin arrogantly, waiting quietly for Mikayla's command.

"Andrew," Mikayla said, her gaze complicated as she looked at him. "You shouldn't have come back."

Andrew raised an eyebrow, his tone casual. "I didn't come back for anything special. I've just been gone for years, and I was homesick. I wanted to see home again. And while I'm here, I'll settle old scores too. That's not a problem, is it?"

Mikayla's voice hardened, her expression darkening. "That's not the problem. The problem is… your very existence."