The Last Training Part II

“Stop making it touching, you spoiled man.”

Nuchjaree flicked his forehead softly. It was funny that he was always able to talk her into it, even though his reasoning was totally off the topic!

She looked at the ring in Sven’s hand again. The silver glow gave her a sense of a huge responsibility. The history that was so heavy and prestigious.

This was the Cataral, one of Pride’s greatest guilds.

And an unorganized tomboy like her as a deputy leader?

“I don’t think I can take this, Sven.” Nuchjaree smiled nervously at him. “What you’re offering me is more than I can carry. I hope you understand me.”

Sven fell silent for a while before he turned the other way and let out a long sigh.

“Then, you should understand me, too, Nuchjaree.” He smiled awkwardly. “Lavi has Emwika. Valentine has Alvis. Vincent has Maysa. As for Marcus, he’s out of the question since he’s a psycho.”

Nuchjaree laughed. She shook her head and smiled because she knew what he was about to say.