"Whether you can stop it or not, that will depend on how capable you are."
"I'll be waiting for you in the Silvercurrent Sea. If you want to marry my sister, you'll need to come and make a formal proposal in person."
"I hope you're not the kind of person who only knows how to make wild boasts but doesn't dare to show up and get things done."
"Little sister, let's go!"
Vorluk's expression was icy. Those words Orion had spoken earlier were subtly threatening the Tidefang Clan.
How could the ever-proud Vorluk accept that?
With that said, Vorluk turned and left the dining table.
Marina looked up, glancing at her fourth brother Vorluk's departing back, then at Orion before her. Her heart was filled with hesitation and conflict.
"Little sister, you don't want to go back?"
Just then, Vorluk's voice came from outside the castle, clearly in a foul mood.
"Go on. I will come for you!"
