Even as Eron continued drinking, he felt a rising foreboding sensation.


    As if on cue, Donald suddenly beckoned at a servant to bring pen and paper. "Ah, I almost forgot—


    come on, Eron. Let''s have our agreement put in writing, in case alcohol causes our conversation to slip


    your mind."


    "In writing?" Eron eximed in surprise.


    "Yes." Donald grinned. "Write here that you''re willing to have your daughter marry me. My pledge for


    you in turn is to do my utmost in restoring you as head of the White family. How about that?"


    Eron was hesitant. "Is that... necessary?"


    "Of course," Donald was suddenly solemn despite his smile. "I am a man of my word, and verbal


    promises never count in my opinion. Don''t you agree?"


    Eron nced between Donald''s smile and Donald''s bodyguards who stood around them, and he felt


    sweat trickling over his brow.


    Still, after musing to himself for a while, he suddenlyughed and picked up the pen. "Well, since it''s


    your principle, I shall certainly follow. It''s good to have agreements in writing anyway."


    "Now that''s better. You''d know how important this is eventually." Donaldughed heartily.


    As they wrote a pledge for each other and signed it, Donald even had a servant bring them a stamp


    pad so they could ce their fingerprints.


    [I, Eron White, pledge to arrange a marriage between my daughter Kim White and Donald Szar


    once I''m restored as head of my family.]


    [I, Donald Szar, pledge to restore Eron White as the head of his family with all my will and strength.]


    As both men were given each other''s pledges, Donald was grinning broadly after scanning through it,


    while Eron breathed a small sigh of relief after reading his.


    "Come, Eron! Let''s keep the drinksing. Drink up!"


    The pledge was left on the table as they kept drinking until their faces were flushed crimson. But even


    as they were busy mumbling drunken gibberish to each other, there was a loud crash resounding from


    the doorway!


    "What''s the meaning of this?!" Donald bellowed furiously, mming his hand on the table. "I said we''re


    not to be disturbed!"


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    "Oh, calm down, brother." Eron stood up as well, assuring him with his almost unintelligible speech.


    "Maybe it''s just a servant knocking something over.


    "Heh. It seems I''m not wee in Mr. Szar''s abode," a voice ingrained into Donald''s bones spoke


    from the doorway just then.


    "Frank Lawrence?!" Donald was suddenly half sober as he stood in disbelief.


    "What?! Frank Lawrence?!" Eron flinched as he turned in shock toward Donald.


    What was Frank doing here? Did Donald not just assure him Maron would have him killed?!


    Even as both men were left stunned, a bellow resounded across the room. "Donald Szar!"


    Donald then saw the figure striding inside with a sword that was still dripping with blood.