Leon scowled and looked down at you with a stern gaze.
"I'm sure my fiancee is Ahmi, not you."
He spoke after a few minutes of silence. That's right, Ahmi is your younger sister's name. Right now, you want to swear more than anything. If it hadn't been for that ridiculous arranged marriage for her when she was 15, you wouldn't be here today, pierced by his frigid glare. You froze in front of Duke Leon, unable to make any noises. His enormous shadow still surrounds your body. He aggressively grasped your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.
"Your face is similar to hers."
He studied your face for a moment longer, then let out an annoyed sound.
"Speak. Who are you, and where is she?"
You were speechless, staring at him. Honestly, he's quite attractive. Tanned skin color, amber eyes, and long black hair. However, there is one major issue: he is Duke Leon Clementrine, as known as the "Ghost of the Empire". He is crueler than everyone else. He is willing to show no mercy to anyone who betrays him or is unfit to be his subordinate. In this dominion, anybody who heard Leon's name would shiver. Everyone advised that if you want to live peacefully, you should remain as far away from him as possible.
Ironically, your sister was picked as his spouse. Because of this, she had shut herself in her room and cried for several days before begging you to come meet him for her. You couldn't help but be moved, and you now regret your decision.
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