Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 586 The Unusual Gilbert

Blanche was taken aback, not understanding the meaning of Emrys‘ words. However, judging by his demeanor, he didn’t seem to be joking at all. Instead, he exuded a sense of confidence that seemed to come from deep within him.

Blanche trusted him.

At that moment, a figure approached from the distance. Upon seeing Halvard, who had fallen and was sitting on the ground, the figure paused and asked, “Mr. Wigen, what happened to you?”

“Mr. Cunningham,” Halvard greeted the figure.

He stood up, his demeanor noticeably more respectful.

The person who arrived was none other than Gilbert.

Only as he got closer did he notice that Halvard’s face was surprisingly red and swollen, with several bright red finger marks still visible. It was clear that Halvard had been slapped, and that immediately aroused Gilbert’s suspicion.

Who would dare to slap Halvard in this place?

Who has the audacity to slap him?

Gilbert scanned his surroundings and noticed that there were only students milling about. Emrys was the only grandmaster present.

However, as a Temperer grandmaster, it was unlikely that Emrys would have reduced Halvard, a bona fide Manifestor grandmaster, to such a state.

The doubts in Gilbert’s heart deepened.

had no choice but to believe that Emrys was responsible for Halvard’s sorry

fight back throughout

isn’t a Temperer grandmaster after all. You really are full

Emrys?

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including Halvard, was momentarily

to Emrys to call him by his

I’ve been hiding this for so long, yet you all still managed to uncover the truth. All right, I’ll come clean.

“Emrys.”

Gilbert continued, “I was at fault during Chancellor Diaz’s promotion banquet. I hope you’re kind enough to

that, Mr. Cunningham? If I recall correctly, you were quite unwilling to accept defeat at that time. You even

I returned home, my

genuinely reflected on his actions and was ready to bury the hatchet with Emrys over a

“To recognize and correct one’s mistakes is a great virtue. I see in you, Mr. Cunningham, a man destined for great things. I am certain you will live a long and fruitful life.”

“Let’s hope so!”

was clear as he said, “Ms. Langford,

a strange feeling swelled in her

casually call her by her first name. But just now, he surprisingly referred to her

a rogue who one day suddenly transformed into a polite gentleman.

too unreal.