<h4>Chapter 925 Scoundrel</h4>


    Nora Alstreim finally retrieved herself from her chaotic emotions while her bosoms heaved a bit. She tried to calm herself down. Her clenched hands rxed before she raised her head and looked at Logan, "Fine. I will stop bothering you, but I have a condition."


    "What? If it is something I can do easily, I will dly do it!" Logan patted his chest in assurance.


    Nora Alstreim finally smiled as she nodded, perhaps at the fact at receiving a good reply.


    ’Heh! You think you’re smart?’ Logan inwardly sneered.


    He left him a leeway that said the condition should be easy to fulfill. If the condition she stated were to be something strenuous to fulfill, then he could quickly decline and shoo her away. It would also finally put an end to her persistence.


    Honestly, he didn’t want to deal with this woman since he felt that ire would absolutely not like it. He already felt bad for saving her at that time.


    From where he stood, they were enemies, and she was someone whom he would have to possibly kill in the future. However, he couldn’t disy hostility at this point, or otherwise, their group might be suspected along with Daniuis Alstreim.


    His son, Davis, had already pointed out there were numerous loopholes that they left behind, which could be backtracked by them, and discovered, making them learn the fact that they were the aboriginals of the Forsaken Phoenix Realm. He had always warned them to be extra careful with their identities.


    As for Ancestor Dian Alstreim, Davis had said that the chances that the Ancestor would reveal the fact that they were aboriginals of the Forsaken Phoenix Realm were less. Hence, Logan felt that he didn’t need to worry about the Ancestor. Hence, all he needed is to not make much contact or talk much. As long as he stayed away from her, the chances of him messing up were null.


    "Simple," Nora Alstreim chuckled, "Remove your mask and reveal your face to me."


    Logan became stunned.


    Remove the mask? Reveal your face!?


    Sure, it was easy when done in action!


    But, how could he easily reveal his face?


    "You! I said that it should be something easy for me to do. If it were easy for me to remove my mask, I wouldn’t be wearing one in the first ce!" Logan denied.


    "You are right!" Nora Alstreim surprisingly nodded.


    Logan became taken aback, wondering what’s wrong with this woman. If she knew, why did she state this condition? Could it be that she has a brain cellcking in her head?


    "However, that is the case if I don’t know what your face looks like..." Nora Alstreim charmingly smirked, "Since I’ve seen it already, it wouldn’t hurt to show twice."


    Logan’s lips twitched behind the mask. He couldn’t find a reason to retort. If he knew if it were like this, he wouldn’t have agreed to any conditions at all and just asked her to scram, but he just had to make a statement that he would do it as long as it is doable.


    But as she said, since she had already seen it once, he felt that it wouldn’t hurt to let her see his face again. He looked at her in a suspicious light and made sure that she did not possess any kind of Imagery Stone with her before he opened his mouth.


    "Would you truly stop pestering me for a battle if I show my face?" He hesitatingly asked.


    "Of course!" Nora Alstreim patted her bosom, "I swear on my title, the Young Mistress of the Alstreim Family."


    Logan inwardly heaved a sigh. Finally, he felt like he could get rid of her of this pestering creature.


    He raised his head and looked towards the exit. Their location could be seen from the outside, and he didn’t want people who might be sneaking to witness his face.


    He nodded and turned around as he started to walk, "Follow me."


    Nora Alstreim creased her brows before she also looked back, and then understanding his worry, she followed him into the corridor.


    "What!?"


    On the eighteenth floor, Princess Isabe let out a yelp of shock.


    Logan was going to reveal his face!? She couldn’t understand.


    Davis, who knew why exined, "During thest moment when they battled, father’s mask broke, and Nora Alstreim got to see his face clearly."


    "I see..." Princess Isabe’s wide eyes rxed as she understandingly nodded. However, it also made her doubt.


    "Wait, it should be hazy and dense within that unique fog. It would generally be impossible to clearly see your father’s face unless..."


    "Yes, unless they were really close to each other..." Davis added with a smile on his face.


    Princess Isabe’s mouth went agape as she realized the possibility that Logan might be having an affair. It wasn’t his a normal affair but an affair with the enemy!


    Looking at her exaggerated reaction, Davis felt that Princess Isabe had misunderstood his words.


    "Don’t misunderstand." He exined, "Father can’t have an affair with another woman even if he wanted to since he swore an oath that he would not have any rtionships with women other than his seven women, including ire."


    "He cursed himself for bing incapable of cultivation if he were ever were to go against his oath. It constricts his ownw-heart, and if he would ever have an affair with another woman than the seven, it would manifest a heart demon that would make him lose his ability to cultivate."


    "He made such an oath like that!?" Princess Isabe blinked.


    Davis nodded his head, "Although I don’t know how much of a determination he said those words with, everyone at that time could tell that he was serious about his oath. You know, the determination backing one’s oath is a major factor in constricting their ownw-hearts."


    Princess Isabe nodded as she agreed and added, "The reason for that oath is also important."


    "Mother..." Davis pursed his lips before he sighed.


    Logan made this oath for ire. He wanted to ry his intent that his sacrifice was for her, and no one else. Even then, it still led to their rtionship turning bad before Davis made them battle each other to death, making them understand that they needed each other in the end.


    Davis shook his head as it was a matter of the past. Now, ire had given up on iming Logan for herself, just like how Evelynn did for him. The only difference was, the sooner it happened, the more it was tolerable and eptable for them.


    Suddenly, he noticed Princess Isabe was staring at him in scrutiny from the corner of his eyes.


    Davis, who felt ufortable, asked, "What?"


    "Why don’t you make the same oath, swear on yourw-heart like your father?" Princess Isabe smirked.


    "No!" Davis’s answer was as quick as lightning, making Princess Isabe pinch his waste in a teasing and angry manner.


    "You’re a scoundrel!"


    Davis inwardly appreciated Princess Isabe for going easy on him. Her pinch could easily squash his skin into meat paste, but she was gentle with him.


    He chuckled and exined, "Even if I were to make an oath like that, it would be nothing but a flimsy oath which I can easily break upon introspecting myself."


    "Hmph! You’re a huge scoundrel!" Princess Isabe softly pinched again and removed her hand while she returned her gaze as she noticed that Logan was removing his mask in the projection.