Raina North heard this and immediately clapped her hands expressively: "That’s right, you’re exactly correct! You losers, after losing the war, rather than thinking about offering tribute and submitting to our Celestial Alliance, you actually unite to crusade against us. What’s the logic in that? And who gave you the courage?"
Claire Lowell’s face turned green upon hearing this.
She did not mean it like that!
And what kind of victory does the Celestial Alliance claim? It was a night raid using some shameless tactics to snatch a tiny area. Yet, Raina’s words make it sound like the Celestial Alliance won a seven-on-one battle.
However, Claire had no way to refute Raina using such a reason as per the customary conventions of the Umbral Zone. As long as you can win in the end, no one cares about how it was won, nor will anyone care about the defeated.
Moreover, if we really start to quibble, nobody here can claim clean hands, as anyone who’s grown their influence to this point likely doesn’t have clean hands.
Claire naturally knows this, but she resents the arrogance and couldn’t help but look at Elias Hawthorne: "Lord, this woman is so arrogant and bossy after joining the Celestial Alliance that she must be taught a lesson today. Otherwise, after today, countless people will follow suit. What will happen to the Dark Tower’s prestige then!"
Elias Hawthorne finally turned his gaze to Claire Lowell’s head.
Claire couldn’t help but straighten her spine, striving to present her best self.
She believes there’s no one in this world who matches the Lord of the Dark Tower as she does.
Elias Hawthorne’s gaze gradually grew colder, and then he said in a cold voice: "Since when did the Dark Tower come under your authority?"
She could hardly believe what she’d heard.
After all, she is the young mistress of the Dark Tower, and besides, she is the lord’s fiancée, always reputed as the lord’s wife.
An elder behind Claire couldn’t help but stand up, saying: "Lord, the young mistress has always been greatly cherished by the old lord..."
"So what’s it to me? She’s not my daughter."
As soon as Elias uttered this, the meeting room was in an uproar. Not only were the other leaders from various factions surprised, but even the higher-ups of the Dark Tower couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.
What exactly is going on?
Why would the lord treat the young mistress this way?
Before the elder could speak, Claire couldn’t hold back any longer and said, "Back then, my father entrusted me to you before he died, asking you to marry me. You left afterwards, and I’ve waited for you all these years, guarding the Dark Tower for you... How can you talk ?"
Claire spoke with reddened eyes and a slightly choked throat.
Elias Hawthorne inexplicably felt a chill on his back, guessing where this gaze came from without looking.
Elias felt quite pleasant, knowing that only with Raina by his side can he glare at her.
Seeing Claire still complaining incessantly, Elias felt impatient and raised his hand to interrupt her: "Your father wanted me to marry you. I did not agree." Latest content published on N0velFire.ɴet
The people from the Dark Tower were suddenly stunned.
Could it be that the lord is refusing to acknowledge this marriage?
Claire was even more incredulous, and her voice involuntarily raised: "Lord, what do you mean by this? You refuse to fulfill the marriage promise, marry me?"
Elias Hawthorne paid no heed to Claire, instead calling out: "Quinn Thorne."
Quinn Thorne immediately walked over: "Yes."