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Chapter 159: Dawn of Gods (8)

Ophelia entered the sitting room with a deep sigh, her disapproval evident in every step. Her eyes locked onto Dominik, her betrothed, who was seated with an unsettlingly cheerful demeanor. His appearance was jarring—his dark brown hair was disheveled, his complexion pale with streaks of dirt, and he reeked of sweat and blood. It was clear that he had come from a recent battle. "I believed I made it clear last time that I do not want to see you," Ophelia said, her voice tinged with irritation. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she surveyed him with a mixture of contempt and curiosity. "A small battle," Dominik replied with a persistent grin that only seemed to highlight his disheveled state. "You do not feel pity for me, do you?" "Dominik, you are not worthy of any sympathy from me," Ophelia retorted, her voice sharp. "Coming to my castle in this condition does nothing to endear you to me." Dominik’s laughter, though genuine, was overshadowed by his soiled appearance. He made

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