An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2710

Chapter 2710 

Valon slowly rose to his feet, energy surging through him, every trace of his former frailty gone without a shadow.

“As expected of the Immortal Essence Pill… truly miraculous.”

He smiled, first looking at Grace, then turning to Logan, giving him a grateful nod.
“Thank you for your hard work.”

Valon understood perfectly—without Logan’s strength, he would never have obtained this life-saving pill.

“You give me too much credit,” Logan said calmly. “Seeing Your Majesty restored means my task is complete. The journey to Fairyharbor was full of peril. Princess Grace risked everything to seek this medicine and nearly lost her life. Now that you’ve recovered, I hope you’ll acknowledge her filial devotion and merit.”

Valon, being a man of depth and power, naturally caught the meaning behind Logan’s words.

His gaze on Grace softened even further.

This daughter of his was not only gifted in both martial and literary pursuits—she possessed a heart full of courage and devotion, willing to cross dangerous seas to find an elixir to prolong his life.

In comparison, his three sons were utterly disappointing.

He had once held certain reservations… but now, seeing Logan openly stand behind his daughter, all hesitation vanished.

It was time to make a choice—one that would break the traditions of their ancestors.

…

Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, at the foot of the white jade steps—

Tristan, Matthias, and Nathaniel stood waiting in the corridor, shadows flickering across their expressions.

The emperor’s strong voice from within, combined with the vibrant vitality surging through the hall, told them everything they needed to know.

Father… had truly recovered.

And not just recovered—he sounded healthier than ever.

The three princes exchanged glances, their emotions tangled beyond words.

The Emperor’s recovery was undeniably a blessing for both the empire and their family.

Yet the achievement… belonged entirely to Grace.

“Ten years… Father Emperor will live at least ten more years…” Tristan murmured, staring at the tightly shut doors, bitterness leaking into his voice.

It meant that the previously imminent succession battle would be dragged out—long, uncertain, and much more dangerous.

And more importantly, Grace, with this unprecedented merit, had instantly become their strongest rival.

Matthias scoffed, fists clenching until the knuckles whitened.
“Hmph. She just got lucky—had someone powerful backing her. Without Logan, what could she possibly have done?”

Nathaniel’s eyes darkened, emotion unreadable on his refined, gentle features. Lowering his voice, he spoke slowly:
“Second Brother, you’re mistaken. Luck is part of strength. Now that Imperial Sister has returned with this enormous achievement, and with Logan—a Land Immortal—behind her, her momentum is unstoppable. If we keep competing separately, we might lose everything.”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was loud and clear.

Silence settled over the corridor, thick and suffocating.

All three were intelligent. They understood the reality before them.

One-on-one, none of them had the confidence to suppress Grace—not now, not with Logan standing behind her.

After a long pause, Tristan finally spoke, his voice steady with reluctant resolve:
“Nathaniel’s right. Grace isn’t who she used to be. If we want any chance left, we must join forces—for now.”

“Join forces?” Matthias frowned. “What does that even look like? And what happens after?”

A faint gleam flickered in Nathaniel’s eyes.
“First, we join to push Princess Grace out of the game. If we work together, it won’t be hard to slowly chip away at her influence—politically and publicly. Find her weaknesses. Undermine her. Marginalize her.”

He paused, then flashed them a charming but chilling smile.
“And after that… once the dust settles, we three compete fairly on our own strengths. Better than watching the throne slip farther and farther away, isn’t it?”

Tristan thought for a moment, then finally nodded.
“Agreed. Stabilizing the situation comes first. We can’t let Grace expand her power any further with this achievement.”

Though it was obvious Matthias hated the idea, he also knew there was no alternative.
“Fine. We’ll do it your way. Deal with Grace first.”

In the dim corridor outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, three hands briefly clasped—forming a quiet, sinister alliance.

Then they separated just as quickly.

A conspiracy against their own sister had taken root at the heart of power.

Inside the hall, a father and daughter shared warmth and renewed life.

Outside, the storm was already brewing.