Garal shook his head. "Prescott, with your status, you can have any woman you want. Why ruin your dignity over something so trivial?"

Prescott sneered. "Uncle, you're wrong. This isn't trivial at all. A woman I set my eyes on is someone I'll find a way to claim. Besides, do you really think a woman like Nyx is common? Across the Outlands, beautiful women are everywhere, but beautiful martial gods who are also assassins are rare. If I can win Nyx over and make her serve the family, Father will surely think of me differently."

Garal laughed. "If you truly managed to pull Nyx into the Ludendorff family. Raiden would probably name you the top successor on the spot."

Prescott burst into laughter, his face full of ambition and anticipation. "It's happening very soon… It's practically a done deal. Uncle, arrange a banquet. Later, I want to host Nyx properly."

Garal nodded and smiled. "I'll also take the opportunity to probe Dragonfang's people a bit more."

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