Feverish

Over a year ago, Clara had bet that Dyon's battalion would not only overtake Diasho Ren's, but also rank 1st. She said that she'd make him run naked for 10 000 laps around the Star Dome. Back then, Diasho Ren had brazenly said he'd accept if she did the same when she lost. 

He was very lucky that Dyon wasn't here. If Dyon even knew about this bet, for Diasho Ren's audacity in even attempting to make his wife do such a thing, he'd have his head. 

True God Diasho's face stiffened slightly when Amphorae walked by him without a word, but he no longer feared her. In fact, he was quite confident that he could conquer her. 

If she was as powerful as he thought she was, why would she only rank 11th amongst the battalions?

'I'll make you mine!' The glow in his eyes only seemed to grow more feverish. 

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