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Before Yazmin could leave, Claus went after her. “Yazmin, I—”
He was cut short by Yazmin's slap that landed on his cheek.
Instantly, a red mark appeared on his face.
Instead of flying into a fit of rage, Claus gazed at her affectionately. “I'm glad you slapped me. Yazmin, I know
you're mad at me. You thought I was using you as a pawn. That isn't true. I love you, Yazmin. Besides, you lied to
me that the White Muraco Clan's Progenitor is dead and used me too. That's a tie.”
Yazmin barked, “F*ck off! I don't want to see you ever again. Get lost right now! Otherwise, I'll strip you of your right
to pledge allegiance to Progenitor of the White Muraco Clan.”
“No!” Claus was determined. “Yazmin, I'm willing to die for you. It doesn't matter even if I don't get to pledge
allegiance to Progenitor.”
Yazmin scoffed. “I'll never trust you again. In fact, I have fallen in love with someone else. I dumped you because
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtyou don't deserve to be my boyfriend!”
“Who is he?” Claus fumed. “Tell me who he is. I shall fight against him. The winner will get to protect you.”
Without hesitation, Yazmin dragged Zeke over and stated, “It's him, the White Muraco Clan's elder. You can try to
fight against him.”
Claus gaped in disbelief.
What the f*ck? He single-handedly defeated the entire Black Muraco Clan. I'm clearly not his match!
His cheeks flushed red as he struggled to formulate a response.
On the other hand, Zeke was a little embarrassed.
After all, he had been used as an excuse too many times.
He knew what he should do.
Casting Claus an arctic look, he said, “So do you want to fight?”
Claus shivered in fear and took one step back instinctively. What? No way!
He was about to say something, but Zeke's frosty glare scared him away.
Turning to face Yazmin, Zeke said, “I'll leave him to you.”
Yazmin sighed. “Forget it. It's time to let him go. Let's just ignore him.”
She changed the topic immediately. “By the way, you've been a great help to the White Muraco Clan. Mr. Williams,
we've never been this happy. I shall be your loyal servant...”
She was full of praises for Zeke.
However, Erwen hung her head low and trudged forward without another word.
Zeke asked nonchalantly, “Erwen, what's on your mind?”
Huh?
Erwen snapped back to reality as her cheeks turned red. It felt like a teacher in the class had summoned her, for
she was flustered.
“Oh, nothing...” came her reply.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYazmin smirked. “Erwen, do you know what is on my mind?”
“What is it?” Erwen responded.
“I'm thinking of the same question as you,” Yazmin announced.
The flush on Erwen's cheeks deepened. “Nonsense! We didn't talk previously, so there's no way we'll think of the
same question!”
“Well, let's see if I'm right. I'm wondering how you'll get along with Mr. Williams in the future,” Yazmin revealed.
Zeke grew curious. “Why would you say so?”
Erwen explained, “Oh, Mr. Williams. You don't know about this rule in the White Muraco Clan. The elders of the
White Muraco Clan have always been Holy Maidens' godfathers. However, Erwen is around your age. It doesn't
seem right for you to be her godfather.”
Zeke nodded in agreement. “Yes, that doesn't seem appropriate.”
“No matter what, we have to abide by the rule,” Yazmin said. “I have an idea. Why don't you marry Erwen instead?
That way, we won't be breaking the White Muraco Clan's tradition.”
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