"Heh."
The blond youth snorted and said, "By giving up my surname, I gave up the arranged marriage with the Cavendi Family."
"From that moment on, you and I had nothing to do with each other."
"What does that marriage contract have to do with me?" The Blue-haired Woman said disdainfully. "If I decide you're mine, then you're mine."
"Today, there's no way you're getting away."
As soon as she finished speaking, the four Low-Gold Swordswomen following behind the Blue-haired Woman surrounded the blond youth.
The blond youth's eyes were filled with wariness as he looked at the four Low-Gold Swordswomen.
He had voluntarily given up his surname and left his family precisely because he did not want to have anything to do with this woman.
If her desire for control had not been so strong, she would have been the partner he had always wanted. Unfortunately, that was nothing more than wishful thinking.
"Gavin, come back with me."
The blond youth drew his sword, stared at the Blue-haired Woman, and said word by word, "Donaya, don't even think about it."
Within the crowd, Velin watched the scene with undiminished curiosity.
Military life was terribly dull. Now that he had stumbled upon some drama, he had to enjoy it properly.
The last time he had joined in the excitement was last time.
Faced with the four Swordswomen closing in step by step, the blond youth quickly considered his escape route.
If he fought here, the Inquisitor Knights would definitely throw him into prison.
And if that happened, he would definitely be unable to leave.
After all, that damned woman would surely use her family connections to take him away from prison after he had been beaten half to death.
The blond youth looked around at the faces surrounding him, searching