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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3209

Kelvin continued smoothly, his tone almost conversational.

“Patriarch Donovan, perhaps you don’t know this, but Skylar was my eldest brother’s seventh son—the future head of the Nieves family. We may have many heirs, but each one is precious.”

His gaze sharpened.

“To have him trampled to death by someone from your family… As his uncle, I still have a shred of conscience. So I rushed to Chetvine overnight to seek a little justice.”

He looked Donovan straight in the eye.

“Patriarch Donovan, be honest—what I’m doing isn’t excessive, is it?”

Donovan nodded calmly.

“It isn’t excessive. It’s perfectly reasonable.”

His voice remained even.

“Just like when your family hunted Andrew two years ago. That matter between us still seems unresolved, doesn’t it?”

Kelvin shrugged carelessly.

“What happened two years ago is in the past. Times have changed. There’s no need to revisit old grievances.”

A faint smirk curved his lips.

“Besides, Andrew returned safely, didn’t he? I’ve heard his strength has soared. In a way, your family benefited from that misfortune.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“You could even say you should thank the Nieves family.”

The words were razor-sharp—blatant provocation.

But that was Kelvin.

Arrogant to the core.

First, he had the strength to sustain that arrogance. Second, the immense Nieves family of Sylvan Peaks stood firmly behind him. And third, he was standing at the main gate of the Lloyd estate—technically a guest.

If the Lloyd family dared to kill him openly, Kelvin would almost welcome it. It would only push the Lloyds further into the spotlight, turning them into targets of public scrutiny.

Kelvin believed in one thing:

The bold seize the spoils.

Those unafraid of death—those willing to gamble their lives—were the true heroes.

And Kelvin saw himself as exactly that.

He did not even covet the position of Nieves patriarch. What he loved was representing the family outside—swaggering, domineering, risking his life in one outrageous stunt after another.

Years of dancing on the blade’s edge had carved that intoxicating thrill into his bones.

Two years ago, he had not yet been a Martial God—yet he had dared to join the hunt for Reginald.

The memory of that adrenaline still thrilled him.

And now, bringing only two men, he had marched straight into Chetvine to challenge the Lloyd royal family at their own gate.

Why?

Because he had the audacity to go anywhere.

Kelvin understood something fundamental:

The higher the social rank, the more one valued appearances.

Among the lower classes, disputes were settled with fists. Among the elite, it was the opposite.

If you enraged a man of high status—even if you slaughtered his entire clan—he would still smile and exchange pleasantries before making his move.

And within that gap—between civility and true intent—lay Kelvin’s survival strategy.

He was certain of one thing:

No matter how loudly he blustered at the Lloyd estate’s gate, they would not dare touch him openly.

Behind the scenes?

Perhaps.

But Kelvin wasn’t afraid of that either.

Because he had already decided—

He would cling shamelessly to the Lloyd family.

He would eat there.

Sleep there.

Stay planted at their doorstep and watch how they handled him.

He would wait—either for Andrew to come out to face him, or for the perfect opportunity to strike and crush Andrew in a single decisive blow.

If that happened, he would become the brightest star in all of Holtrien.

As for Lloyd retaliation?

He didn’t care.

Life was about thrill.

And that was the essence of Kelvin’s martial path:

Madness.

With that reckless, shameless madness—and the immense backing of the Nieves family—Kelvin had spent years confronting powerful figures from every direction…

…and walking away unscathed.