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PROLOGUE

- "I'm crazy about you." - Dion Agriche

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There is a common thread wrapped around the destiny of 'Cale Gastors' with two Agriche named Dion Agriche and Ashil Agriche. Trying to escape from that bondage, only leaves a repetitive story.

While Roxana Agriche had given an eternal promise to save him, 'Cale Henituse' tried not to let himself get drown in that terrifying destiny.

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- "I will save you." - Ashil Agriche.

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[Lante Agriche's POV]

"My Lord, we've entered the Red Gastors territory."

The Head of the Black Agriche's Family glared with a small grin on his young handsome face.

"Let's see. What kind of welcome will be greeting us? From a family that is known to be very secretive."

And having just arrived at the gate, their visit was immediately rejected, as usual.

A small smile spreads on his face. With dark red eyes, the head of the family glanced towards Gastors's gate.

"Well, what a cold official welcome." A small chuckle made several listeners shiver in fear. If the crazy patriarch was already chuckling, something unpleasant would soon happen.

"Anyway, we didn't need their welcome in the first place."

"Let's go to the west side of the Gastors Territory, near the Red Fall forest."

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The welcoming forest was still as beautiful and quiet as it had been when Lante Agriche had first arrived.

The trees that grow in this forest have white trunks, with reddish maple leaves. It is still a mystery how these trees grow, considering that when planted outside the region, they will not grow. As well as leaves that never dry or change color in various seasons that come.

His eyes stared flatly at the interior of the forest, taking off his furry coat as he lit his cigarette.

"I will go in alone." He unsheathed the sword at his waist. Red eyes stared at the subordinates who followed with a burning gaze. Warning them that if they disobeyed the order, the punishment would be severe.

Entering the forest, Lante Agriche's face darkened.

This job was actually an assignment for Dion Agriche, one of his children who had shown potential and had been very useful lately. The boy had also come to this region, based on a report a few months ago.