Garion crossed his arms and looked at Aveline, smirking.
"Before I tell you my idea... I want to ask you something first."
He turned to Raviel.
"Your clan also has a Grand Elder, right?"
Raviel scratched his cheek, looking slightly annoyed.
"Of course. He's even stronger than me."
Garion nodded slowly.
"And his attitude?"
Raviel clicked his tongue.
"The worst. Because of him, our clan isn't just known as strong… but also as brutes. The reputation is terrible."
Garion smiled faintly.
"I see. That makes this even easier."
Aveline blinked. "Easier for what?"
Garion spread his arms casually.
"Well… Since you two are going to get married anyway, why don't you make a new clan or sect together?"
He smirked, wagging his finger.
"No old monsters to drag you down. This will be a fresh start for the both of you."
Both Raviel and Aveline froze.
Raviel pointed at him. "What?!"
Aveline's brows shot up.
"You can't just say that like it's some vegetable shopping!"
