---- Chapter 3405 Petra thought for a long time before stepping forward on her own. "Let me go too. I want to follow you again." This time, Andrew did not agree. Instead, he spoke seriously. " Petra, you and Juno don''t belong to Holtrien. You belong to Dragonfang, to yourselves. You''ve already suffered enough and fought hard enough in your past. So now I am ordering both of you to stay and guard Throne City. Throne City is your home, and I need you to watch over it for me." Petra opened her mouth, hesitating.


    "But I still want to fight alongside you." 1 Juno added, "Me too." Andrew patted their shoulders. "You''re all my friends. Listen to me. Stay in Throne City, guard our home, and wait for me toe back." Juno nodded. "Alright. I''ll listen to you. Oh, by the way, the crown prince of Eastonia, Vance, has been killed. Right now, only Vance''s sister, Iridessa, is alive. She''s temporarily staying in Throne City." Andrew was moderately surprised. "Vance was killed? Who did it?" ---- Juno''s voice turned cold. "He died at the hands of the werewolf progenitor, Ragnar.


    Iridessa arrived in Throne City with Eastonia''s top fighters. She wants revenge for Vance." Andrew remained indifferent. He had no interest in Eastonia''s internal affairs. Juno''s expression turned strange. "Iridessa wants to see you. As soon as you arrived, she asked to meet you, but I didn''t allow it." Andrew frowned for a moment. "Let here." Ten minutester, Andrew received Iridessa in the Throne Hall. She wore a bright dress, her soft bangs framing a delicate, slightly flushed face. When she saw Andrew, joy flickered in her eyes, though she quickly concealed it.


    She said softly, "Iridessa Titoria, here to see you, Lord Andrew Lloyd." She knelt formally in front of him. Andrew was slightly surprised, wondering what the Eastonian princess was doing with such a grand gesture. He said calmly, "Ms. Titoria, there''s no need for such formality between us. Tell me, what do you want?" ---- Iridessa looked up and bit her lip. "I want to ask you to avenge Vance. For that, I''m willing to offer myself again." Andrew let out a coldugh. "Offer yourself? Likest time?" Iridessa quickly shook her head, her face turning red. "No, not likest time.


    This time, I''m willing to serve you properly! Whatever you ask me to do, I''ll do it. As long as you, Andrew, agree to help me get revenge." With that, she stood up and suddenly sat in Andrew''sp. She half-closed her eyes and brought her lips close to Andrew''s face. "I''m Eastonia''s top covert artist. If you desire it, I can satisfy any request. Vance is dead. He was framed by Sorya''s Ezekiel Beckett and ultimately killed by the werewolf progenitor, Ragnar. I can''t avenge him myself, but I know you can definitely help me.


    "For this, I''m willing to remain in Throne City forever and ever, bing your servant, serving you day and night, letting you do whatever you want with me!" She was truly staking everything on this. Even Andrew felt the pressure and silently thought he might not be able to withstand it.