An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2711

Chapter 2711

The clamor of Oakvale was already far behind.

Logan didn’t leave right away. Instead, under a clear, moon-washed sky, he quietly appeared in the courtyard of Grace’s private residence outside the palace.

A few small dishes and a pot of sake sat on the stone table.

Grace, dressed in simple yet elegant clothes, was drinking alone in the moonlight.

She didn’t seem surprised to see him. She simply smiled and gestured toward the stone bench opposite her—almost as if she’d already expected him to stop by and say goodbye.

“Heading out?” she asked, pouring him a full cup of wine, her tone casual yet familiar.

Logan sat down, the warmth of the porcelain cup melting into his fingertips. He nodded. “Yes. Things are wrapped up here.”

Grace lifted her glass, her expression turning earnest. “Thank you for everything. Without you, I wouldn’t have even reached Fairyharbor Island, let alone secured the Immortal Essence Pill to save my father.”

Logan lightly tapped his cup against hers. The soft, clear ring of porcelain cut her words short.

“You and I don’t need that kind of formality,” he said. “You guided me. I helped you get the medicine. We both gained what we needed—neither of us owes anything.”

His tone was calm, but it carried the natural sincerity that existed only between true companions.

Grace smiled, accepting that response wholeheartedly. She didn’t say another word—just lifted her cup and drank in one smooth motion.

She understood him well. He never said anything he didn’t mean.

“What’s next for you?” she asked, her gaze soft with concern.

Logan didn’t answer immediately. His eyes drifted westward, as though he were looking across thousands of miles.

He set his fingers lightly on the rim of his cup. “West Lucozia. My father isn’t well. I’m going home to check on him—and bring a few things.”

He didn’t specify what “things” meant, and Grace didn’t ask. She already knew the King of West Lucozia’s condition was dire—and that without a miracle, time was running out.

“The road to West Lucozia is long. Take care.” Grace raised her cup again. “Help me send my regards to His Majesty.”

“Alright,” Logan said simply.

He finished his drink, stood, and left—clean, decisive, without lingering.

No dramatic parting, no unnecessary words. Just as silently as he arrived, his figure flashed briefly in the moonlight and vanished.

Grace looked at the empty stone bench. A faint smile touched her lips.

After everything they’d been through together, his presence had quietly carved itself into her heart.

But sadly… his heart already belonged elsewhere.

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Leaving Oakvale, Logan still didn’t head back immediately.

Refining Immortal Essence Pills was no small undertaking—especially when the goal was to heal Rufus, whose lifespan had been eroded by time itself. The pill’s quality needed to be far higher than a normal batch.

Without the opportunity he’d gained on Fairyharbor Island, he would have needed to consume part of his own origin power to refine such medicine. It would take days.

Several days later—

The martial training grounds of the West Lucozia Prince’s Palace.

Banners snapped sharply in the wind. The roar of battle cries shook the earth.

Despite the King of West Lucozia’s failing health, the cavalry’s drills had never slackened.

In the center of the training ground, a young general clad in black commanded the soldiers through complex combined-attack formations. His movements were powerful, his voice booming. This was Austin—Logan’s younger brother.

Suddenly, he sensed someone watching him.

He spun around—and froze.

A white-clad figure stood quietly at the edge of the training grounds, eyes fixed on him.

“Big Brother?!” Austin blurted out. Shock flashed across his face, quickly replaced by pure joy.

He rushed over, ignoring the soldiers still practicing behind him. “When did you get back? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Logan patted his shoulder, taking in his now-rugged frame. “You haven’t even been here long, but it looks like the military camp’s been treating you well.”

“How could it not?” Austin laughed. But the smile faded just as quickly. His voice dropped. “Brother… Father’s health is getting worse. I don’t know how much time he has left. He’s always thinking about you. You should really go see him.”

“Relax. I’m already handling it.”

Logan reached into his robes and pulled out a smooth jade box, handing it to him. “Take this to Father. It’ll extend his life by ten years.”

Austin’s eyes widened. “Extend his life… by ten years?”

He looked up sharply, expression trembling between disbelief and hope. “Big Brother… you’re serious?!”

“I’ve already had the officials test the medicine,” Logan said. “It’s completely genuine.”

“You had the government test the medicine?” Austin’s eyelids twitched.
Only his older brother would dare say something like that without batting an eye.

“Time is short. Go now—and don’t tell him it came from me.”

“Brother, you’re not coming to see him?”

Logan paused, then shook his head. “No. I’ll wait for you to bring me news.”

Maybe he just couldn’t bring himself to face his dying father.
Maybe he wasn’t ready to see the once-towering figure reduced to frailty.

Austin didn’t push further. He clasped his fists, bowed, spun around, and took off like an arrow loosed from the string.

He hand-picked several of his most trusted guards, mounted up, and raced toward the King’s secluded residence.