An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

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Nestled within an expansive 800 acre Rhys Memorial Park, or the Ancient House Memorial Park, was a scenic

panorama. Wide pathways wandered beneath the cool shade of abundant trees, and the amenities were extensive.

Across the changing of seasons, the park transformed with an array of flowers, plants, and trees.

Spring painted a lively spectacle with blooming cherry blossoms, while summer invited a refreshing ambiance with

flourishing greenery. In autumn, a mesmerizing array of cascading maple leaves took center stage, and winter

cloaked the landscape in a pristine blanket of white snow.

Rhys Memorial Park opened its gates to the public. It provided a final resting place not just for the Rhys family, but

also as a tribute to the soldiers who were instrumental in the monarchy’s prosperity.

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Annually, on Memorial Day and All Saint’s Day, the memorial park transformed into a lively center. It attracted

visitors who came to honor departed loved ones or express gratitude to fallen heroes.

This practice carried profound meaning for the West Lucozian monarchy. It recognized that the current peace and

prosperity were indebted to the sacrifices of these heroes.1

An hour later, Dustin and Grace reached the main entrance of Rhys Memorial Park. They took precautions to

conceal their identities through simple disguises.

Grace, wearing a textile human-skin mask, adopted a more ordinary appearance to avoid attracting attention.

Despite the attempt to blend in, she exuded an extraordinary charm. It captured the attention of many as they

strolled through the memorial park.

Guided by memory, Dustin made his way toward the inner depths of the park. If he remembered correctly, his

mother’s grave should be situated in the most secluded section. After approximately 15 minutes of walking, Dustin

finally found the tomb of the Princess Consort of West Lucozia.

Her tomb stood out with its grandeur compared to the others. A stone wall enclosed the tomb, with an arched

stone gate at its center. In front of the gate stood a stone statue of the Princess Consort of West Lucozia. It was

intricately carved and adorned with fresh flowers-a clear sign of regular visitation and worship.

Alba held immense prestige in the West Lucozian monarchy, second only to Rufus. During the period when Rufus

dedicated himself to military endeavors, defending against external threats and suppressing bandits, she efficiently

managed all internal affairs of the West Lucozian monarchy.

Whether it was economic development, improvement of living conditions, or maintenance of social order, Alba

organized everything meticulously. In challenging times, she worked alongside the common people, sharing labor

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and meals. It was devoid of the airs of royalty.

Her efforts laid a solid foundation for the legendary life of Rufus, the invincible myth of the Black Dragon Army, and

the current prosperity of the West Lucozian monarchy. Alba and Rufus collaborated to shape this world.

Even after a decade, people continued to visit her tomb every day, expressing gratitude. Dustin felt his eyes

moisten as he stood before the statue. The familiar visage and warm smile of his mother seemed as though it was

frozen in time.

Dustin didn’t typically dwell on such thoughts, but in the current moment, a sense of warmth and nostalgia rushed

over him as he observed the surroundings.