When the cheers for the blonde Yecine's 'victory' over the Goltbred patriarch began to die down, another duelist stepped forward. Her mint eyes held an unhealthy mix of icy pride and competitive fire. She didn't bother to try and raise her voice, only caring that the one she was talking to could hear her.
First there was her daughter being attacked in the middle of a friendly dance and now her husband… well, he just yielded like he was supposed to - but that too was inciting!
"Well done, dear. But I wonder if you'd care to test your skills against someone a little more... experienced in these matters?"
Yeah. The chapter title hurts my eyes too. It looked so good when I first came up with it. I'm sorry I subjected you to all those M... As well as using Martial and Marital in the same line. That's just horrendous.
A little 'middle-aged' mother and 'teenage' daughter showing off their dance moves. Imagine a world where that is lovely and not awkward~
Qat had a moment of spiritual epiphany about protecting people and then a rival actually appeared! Now both her and Elua get to be happy.
Wife was Protecc...
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Or was she? Perhaps there is a deeper plot afoot. A nefarious, drama filled-