“‘Wyot is a worthless man,’” Yemima sneered with anger. “‘The dignified leader of the Doom Race follows your every word without a trace of manly spirit or pride. He is entirely unfit to lead the race.’”

“So!” Xezal finally spoke. “You’re pregnant with another man’s child, and Wyot doesn’t know.”

“Hahahaha!” Yemima suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. “The child in my belly is no ordinary child. Even compared to James’ two Hongrome Children, his status and position are far superior.”

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