An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2744

Chapter 2744

“Fairxy, it’s done.”

The sinister-looking man spoke calmly, his clothes soaked in blood.

Fairxy gave a small nod, her eyes sweeping across the slaughtered mansion. There wasn’t a trace of pity in her gaze—only cold disdain.

“Burn it,” she said flatly. “Burn everything. I don’t want a single tile left standing.”

The guards moved immediately.

They splashed kerosene throughout the mansion, clearly prepared in advance. Moments later, a lit torch arced through the air.

Whoom!

Flames exploded to life, roaring as they swallowed wooden halls, furniture, and the bodies scattered across the ground. Fire shot into the sky while thick black smoke rolled through the night. The once-proud Wiebe estate groaned and cracked, collapsing piece by piece into a blazing inferno.

“Let’s go.”

Fairxy cast one last glance at the sea of flames, then turned away. She and her guards disappeared into the darkness at the end of the street.

Not long after—

An azure beam of light descended from the sky and landed before the burning ruins.

Daoist Qinson appeared.

The instant he took in the scene—the raging fire, the lingering aura of slaughter, the suffocating stench of blood and resentment—his face drained of color.

“You vile creature… you vile creature!”

His hair and beard bristled as fury and shock surged through him.

He had never imagined Fairxy would ignore his warning so completely—slaughtering an entire mortal family without hesitation.

Standing before the inferno, Qinson stared at the flames for a long time. Rage, helplessness, and a faint but unmistakable regret churned in his eyes.

He had underestimated her cruelty.

To vent her anger, she had wiped out an entire bloodline.

Only now did he realize—his intervention yesterday may have indirectly allowed this tragedy to happen.

“…Alas.”

With a heavy sigh, Daoist Qinson turned and left.

The next morning.

After a night of recovery, Kennedy’s injuries had stabilized somewhat.

With Qyla at her side, she left the cave, planning to enter Oakvale to gather information and search for medicinal herbs.

As she neared the outskirts of the city, she slowed.

Something was wrong.

A faint burnt smell lingered in the air, mixed with an oppressive tension that made her chest tighten.

Following her instincts, she made her way to the district where the Wiebe family mansion had stood the day before.

What she saw hit her like a thunderclap.

The mansion was gone.

In its place lay blackened ruins, thin strands of smoke still drifting upward. Collapsed walls and shattered debris covered the ground. Charred beams jutted into the sky like skeletal remains, and half-burned fragments lay scattered, reduced to ash and carbon.

Government cordon tape surrounded the area. Several yamen runners patrolled nearby, speaking in low voices, their expressions tight with unease.

In the distance, bystanders whispered among themselves.

“Terrible… I heard dozens died. Not a single survivor.”

“What kind of monster did the Wiebe family offend?”

“They say it was a fire—but how could a fire do this? The entire place was wiped out…”

Kennedy stood still.

Sensing the storm inside her, Qyla pressed against her legs and let out a low, uneasy whimper.

Ignoring the cordon, Kennedy stepped forward.

A constable moved to block her path—but froze when the icy aura radiating from her washed over him. He didn’t dare interfere.

She stepped into the ruins.

Ash crunched beneath her feet.

Though her injuries prevented her from fully extending her divine sense, her perception was still sharp enough. Broken bones lay half-buried in the charred earth. The smell of blood and death lingered stubbornly, refusing to be erased by the flames.

Traces of fear, agony, and despair hung in the air like invisible needles, stabbing into her senses.

This wasn’t an accident.

It was a massacre.

They had been slaughtered first—then burned to erase the evidence.

Kennedy’s expression darkened.

The answer came immediately.

Fairxy.

Yesterday, she had wounded Fairxy here and spared the Wiebe family.

With Daoist Qinson acting as guarantor, Fairxy had been forced to retreat.

And within a single day, the entire family had been annihilated.

Who else could have done this?

It wasn’t blind retaliation. It was a message.

Unable to confront Kennedy head-on, Fairxy had vented her hatred on powerless mortals.

“Because of me…”

Kennedy’s voice trembled faintly.

For the first time, a cold, furious fire ignited in her eyes—frozen yet devastating, capable of burning everything in its path.

She could almost see it: innocent people screaming, running in desperation, only to be cut down without mercy.

She had stepped in to stop evil.

And because she stepped in, the Wiebe family had been destroyed even more completely.

It wasn’t her fault.

But the weight of that karma pressed heavily on her heart.

Qyla rubbed its head against her hand, offering silent comfort.

Kennedy gently stroked its fur. When she looked up again, her gaze was sharp and cold as forged ice.

“Fairxy…”

Her voice was calm—too calm.

“You trample mortals like dirt. You slaughter the innocent to feed your anger and flaunt your power. Heaven will not overlook this.”

She paused, killing intent rising quietly around her.

“If I, Kennedy Bellemare, do not avenge this… then I am unworthy of calling myself human.”