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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3287

Andrew let out a low chuckle. “Oh? It’s unbecoming of my position? Then tell me—how exactly should I act? Cormac, don’t rush this. After Guillermo, you and the rest of the Cavendish royal family are next. If the Cavendish family refuses to follow my orders, I’ll erase you entirely.”

Cormac’s fury erupted. “Are you trying to make yourself the absolute ruler of Holtrien? A dictator?”

Andrew’s expression didn’t change. “If that’s how you want to see it, that’s fine. Why would I explain myself to someone who’s already lost?”

Cormac clenched his jaw, humiliation burning through him. Even so, he didn’t dare move. Chet was gravely injured. He had rushed in to help, only to be struck once and nearly killed on the spot. The entire situation felt surreal—like the worst possible turn of fate.

If Cormac fought or tried to flee now, Chet would fall straight into Andrew’s hands, and there was no doubt what would happen next.

“That’s enough,” Andrew said calmly. “Time to send you on your way.”

He crouched down with a faint smile. “Any last words?”

Guillermo clutched his hollow eye sockets and hissed, “Andrew, you have no idea who I truly am. Soon enough, you’ll die a miserable death.”

Andrew shrugged. “You mean Wyrmhelm? Setting aside whether he’d even dare come after me—if he does, I’ll cut him down too. And besides, he’s already entered the Veiled Paradise. For all we know, he’s dead.”

Guillermo let out a hollow laugh. His body slackened as he collapsed onto the ground, offering no resistance. He didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger.

“Sixty years controlling the tides… sixty years as a master strategist,” he muttered. “I was destined for greater heights. But I suppose heaven had other plans.”

Andrew’s sword drove cleanly through his skull. Swift. Precise. No hesitation.

He kicked the corpse aside and said flatly, “This isn’t heaven’s will. It’s mine. I simply wouldn’t let you live. You’re nothing more than a cockroach. You were never worthy of anything.”

Cormac felt a chill creep into his bones as he watched Holtrien’s national advisor die just like that. The Cavendish royal family had sent someone as powerful as him to save Guillermo—and still, they failed.

Andrew gave Cormac one final glance. “The war between the Eastern and Western continents has already begun.

“It’s time for the Cavendish royal family to serve the nation. I won’t kill you. Get out.”

Cormac gritted his teeth. “No one dictates the Cavendish royal family’s decisions. Not even you, Andrew.”

Andrew had already turned and begun walking back toward Chetvine. Without looking back, he replied, “Whether you comply or not, I’m just delivering the message. I’ll be borrowing this one for a while. Don’t worry—I’ll keep his head on his shoulders for now.

“But if the Cavendish family refuses to cooperate, I’ll remove it.”

Cormac’s throat tightened as if something had lodged there. He couldn’t force out a single word.

Chet was one of the Cavendish royal family’s future pillars. Wesley was already dead—a major general lost. If they lost Chet too, the damage would be devastating.

Frozen between fear and rage, Cormac watched as Andrew bent down beneath the city wall, grabbed Chet by the neck, and lifted him effortlessly. A peak martial god reduced to something as helpless as an infant.

Without sparing Cormac another glance, Andrew carried Chet back into Chetvine. The others followed.

Cormac stood alone outside the city for a long time.

At last, he let out a bitter laugh and turned back toward the Cavendish royal family’s headquarters—utterly defeated, completely lost.