The Man's Decree

There was no way Winona could possibly sever ties now with the Zeever family right then.

Devastated, she had left the Zeever residence in a fit of rage and journeyed to Imperial Fox City in the central region, where she remained for several decades.

If it hadn’t been for the Foster family’s siege of Imperial Fox City, she probably would have never returned in her lifetime.

Creak!

The door to her room was pushed open.

At that moment, Winona was holding a white handkerchief. Upon seeing that someone had come, she quickly hid it.

When she saw that it was her brother, Dylan, her face went as black as thunder.

She knew that in his eyes, there was only interest and no familial ties.

you to stay here, are you?”

grateful that you accepted me and gave me a roof

what Winona meant, her expression making it more

condemning me for only caring about interest. But who understands me? How could the Zeever family, consisting of hundreds of members, have possibly become one of the four great families in this small city of Yannopolis without anyone backing us up? Our ancestors didn’t leave us any advanced medical skills or superb alchemy. If I were to rely on myself, would I have been able to support

person. His character isn’t bad either. If you were to ask around in Yannopolis, who wouldn’t speak highly of him? If a man were to make a minor mistake, it’d still be forgivable. That’s just his impulsiveness and nature. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you anymore. All these years, Mr. Bellamy is still helping the

with him in Yannopolis. If you think that I’m heartless, I can hand over the position of the head of the

his eyes brimming with

not

single person was like looking for a needle in a

momentarily lost in thought

anger, so she hadn’t considered anyone else, believing that no

blink of an eye, decades had passed. As Winona listened to Dylan’s words then, a

given any thought to the others in the Zeever family. I only ever thought about myself! If we were to speak of being selfish, perhaps I’d

“Dylan, I…”