An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2527

Chapter 2527

During the meal, Nathaniel had two beautiful women join him at the table.

Since ancient times, even the greatest heroes have found it hard to resist the allure of a stunning woman. Sometimes, a breathtaking beauty can be more tempting than wealth, power, or status.

But Dustin remained composed in the face of this gesture. He didn’t act overly pleased, nor did he reject it. He treated the woman beside him with respectful courtesy—joining her for a few drinks to liven the mood, but nothing more.

However, his calm demeanor gave Nathaniel a different impression.

To Nathaniel, Dustin seemed to be looking down on the people around him.

Then again, considering Dustin’s background, ordinary women likely didn’t impress him. If he wanted to get a reaction, he’d need to bring out something truly remarkable.

Looks like it’s time to send in his most prized beauty to test the waters.

After the meal, Nathaniel personally led Dustin to the martial arts training ground inside his estate.

The sun was shining brightly over the open-air arena, where more than a hundred armored soldiers were locked in intense training.

These warriors were clearly well-built, highly trained, and radiated strength. One glance was enough to see that they were elite troops—handpicked and rigorously drilled.

Each one could easily hold the rank of colonel or lieutenant in the military.

Dustin scanned the field. The strength of this elite squad was on par with, if not superior to, the Royal Law Enforcement Team in West Lucozia.

For this group, being an innate warrior was merely the starting point. The two commanding generals had even reached the level of martial arts masters—and not just any masters, either.

Their overall power was astonishing. In fact, this unit alone could easily wipe out an entire noble family.

This was likely Nathaniel’s hidden strength.

Of course, this was only what Dustin could see. Who knows how many other experts were lurking in the shadows?

The fact that Nathaniel had risen above the other princes to become a strong contender for the throne clearly wasn’t by luck.

“Brother Rhys, what do you think of my troops?” Nathaniel asked with a smile.

He had brought Dustin here to show off his power—an indirect way of expressing goodwill and demonstrating strength.

“They’re outstanding,” Dustin said, nodding in approval. “Elite soldiers like these could each take on a hundred enemies. Their combat skills are truly impressive.”

“I didn’t expect Your Highness to have such a formidable force at your disposal. I’m genuinely impressed.”

“Haha! This unit was just put together casually—nothing official,” Nathaniel said with a modest smile.

“Your Highness is too humble. A team you ‘casually’ assembled is already on par with some centuries-old sects,” Dustin replied.

He wasn’t exaggerating. With two high-level martial arts masters, over a dozen half-step masters, and hundreds of innate-level warriors, their combined strength surpassed many major sects.

What made them even more dangerous was the discipline. These soldiers were specially trained to fight as a unit. Their ability to follow orders and coordinate attacks significantly amplified their killing power—far beyond what ordinary martial arts groups could handle.

“Brother Rhys, these soldiers still have room to grow. Since you’re here, why not train them a little? Show them what it really means to face a master,” Nathaniel suggested.

On the surface, he was showing off his strength. But in truth, he was also looking to take advantage of the opportunity to sharpen his troops.

These soldiers were experienced, sure—but they’d never had the chance to go up against someone from the top tier of the martial world.

Now that Dustin was here, why waste the chance?

“Your Highness, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Dustin asked, a little hesitant.

These men were Nathaniel’s prized warriors. If something went wrong, it could backfire.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s just sparring—no weapons involved. Just a bit of guidance. Honestly, some of them are getting too cocky. They could use a wake-up call,” Nathaniel said with a relaxed smile.

“Well then, if that’s what Your Highness wants, I’ll give them a few pointers,” Dustin agreed. He clearly understood Nathaniel’s intentions.

He had to admit—Nathaniel was clever, never missing a chance to get something out of a situation.

“Perfect.” Nathaniel smiled, then stepped forward and clapped his hands.

The soldiers, who had been practicing hard, stopped immediately.

“Form up!”

A burly, bearded general shouted the command.

In just two breaths, the previously scattered formation was back in perfect order.

Each soldier stood tall like a javelin, eyes sharp, energy fierce.

“That’s Deputy General Mateo Veilleux,” Nathaniel said, pointing to the bearded man. “And the one next to him with the spear is Deputy General Emmett Trottier.”

“Greetings, Your Highness! What are your orders?” Mateo asked, stepping forward and saluting with clasped fists.

“This is Mr. Rhys—a true master. Select a few men so he can offer them some guidance,” Nathaniel ordered.

“Hmm?”

Mateo turned to Dustin, raising his eyebrows slightly. His eyes showed clear skepticism.

To him, Dustin didn’t look like much—certainly not someone capable of standing toe-to-toe with elite soldiers like his.