The main outer courtyard of the Fujo Clan was bustling with people while the surroundings were looking even more beautiful and radiant with all the decorations, making the whole place a spectacular sight under the night sky.

All of the people were well dressed in graceful and elegant clothes. The women had put on their best yet modest makeup that went well along with their colorful robes, while the men had neatly combed their hair and put on simple yet refined robes.

All of these people were waiting here in high anticipation for their Young Mistress engagement ceremony, though some of them felt sore about her marrying a foreigner.

Never in the history of their clan had they heard of anyone marrying someone from the outside, let alone a person of another race that was not human at all. It just felt wrong and strange for them, though nobody publicly voiced out their dissatisfaction.

All these years, their Young Mistress remained single and that they could still understand. But then why not marry one of their own after all these centuries instead of someone who was not even human?

The opinions were mixed with the younger generation feeling that their Young Mistress can marry whoever she likes instead of worrying about traditions while the majority of the older generation were disappointed but didn't express it to the patriarch since he already declared that this was the will of the ancestor.

Since these older generation people were the ones who stuck to the rules and traditions the most, naturally, they had the utmost respect for their ancestor as well. So how could they openly oppose something that would go against their ancestor?

This was the reason there wasn't much opposition, or many questions asked. Still, they asked the patriarch what he meant by the fact that all of this was the ancestor's will, especially since he was not alive.

It was not like he predicted the future and had it written down in a will? Could he?

However, the patriarch answered them by saying that he would satisfy all their queries and curiosity on or before the day of Nyissa's marriage.

Again, they could not do anything else but be satisfied with this answer for now.

Patriarch Voroz didn't invite any guests from other clans since he wanted to keep this ceremony quiet and quick for certain reasons. The reason he even decided to keep this ceremony tonight was to not let anything else come in between the marriage of Nyissa and Viktor.

And right now, he was waiting outside Nyissa's room to escort her to the outer courtyard where the engagement ceremony was going to take place.

As he walked to and fro, his brows were furrowed, thinking about the things Viktor discussed with him during their initial meeting.

He already knew, but Viktor also informed him about how a godly being named Bamir almost jeopardized this world for god knows what reason.

There was also the fact that he might return one day to bring upon death and destruction upon this world.

Since he was the patriarch and the leader of the clan that fought against evil, how could he overlook a huge matter like this that was looming over their heads?

But he knew the upper-class clans might have already learned about this, especially because of the crimson sky phenomena that took place recently.

As per his guess, they would surely tell him and his clan to stay put and not interfere since it was beyond their clan's capacity to deal with such big matters. Voroz had already decided to leave this matter to him, but still, he wanted to take safety measures for his clan, especially since Bamir might target Viktor the next time, especially because of what he did or even his daughter just for helping Viktor foil his plan or as revenge for Oben's betrayal.

Viktor said that he was helpless against a monstrously powerful being like that but that he was willing to help whenever they needed his help.

Voroz was at first surprised since Viktor was the one who took down Bamir's vessel in the first place. But then he remembered what Nyissa had told him and decided to keep quiet about it for now and let a certain someone take care of this situation with Viktor.

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Suddenly the doors opened as some maids stepped out, followed by a woman whose beauty and brilliance stunned everyone who saw her.

Even the patriarch couldn't help but sigh in admiration, seeing how beautiful his daughter was and that she indeed got some of her enchanting features from a certain someone whom he momentarily remembered in nostalgia but shook off those thoughts the next moment.

"Come, daughter. It's time," The patriarch said with a happy smile.

Meanwhile, in the outer courtyard, the crowd suddenly became silent as four highly respected figures made their appearance. All of them had the bearings of a senior, yet not a sign of weakness could be seen in their bearings.

Three were men, while the fourth one was a woman.

One of the old men was looking in his late sixties with a beard and mustache. He was wearing white robes and had a sturdy stick in his hand. This man was none other than Karn Fujo, the first chief of the Fujo Clan.

His expression was very serious, and he was not even glancing at the people that were bowing at him. His eyes seemed sharp, as if he was thinking about something with deep focus.

The second old man had a clean, shaved look with a smiling expression and even greeted the people that were bowing at him. He was dressed in a refined viridian robe with a cigar pipe in his hand, a very traditional-looking one. This man was none other than the second chief of the Fujo Clan, Moriz Fujo.

The third old man had only a thick mustache and had a very stiff expression as if he did not want to be here but had to show his face. He was wearing gray robes and only had thick silver bracelets on his wrists. This man was none other than the third chief of the Fujo Clan, Umir Fujo.

And the fourth one was a woman who, despite being old like the other three, had the looks of a graceful woman in her forties. Her makeup was also flawless without seeming as if it was overdone. It was said that in her prime, she was quite the beauty around here, though when Nyissa grew up, the focus gradually shifted.

She had a beautiful smile on her face and was slowly walking towards her seat, which was arranged for her and the other chiefs. This woman was the fourth chief of the Fujo Clan, Narin Fujo.

Two seats each were arranged on the left, and right side for the four chiefs as all of them took their seats.

Suddenly the crowd became even more silent when they saw a tall man looking like a handsome immortal prince walking in from the other side along with an old man by his side who had a proud smile on his face.