Charlotte Harris wanted to explain her grievances, but Grace Miller didn’t care. He took her small hand, held it to his chest, and said affectionately:

“Mm, my father-in-law…”

Charlotte Harris was already reluctant to let him hold her hand. When she heard the words “father-in-law,” her face turned cold. She pulled her hand back, raised her sword, and said:

“What did you say?”

Grace Miller ignored the sword between them and said:

“Miss Ye, let me tell you the truth. I was framed by immortals in heaven and banished to the mortal world. Only by meeting the woman I love and making contact with her can I temporarily regain some of my powers. If I become husband and wife with her, I can fully restore my powers.”

Charlotte Harris was both embarrassed and confused. She turned away and whispered:

“I… We just met. I’m not your… that person.”

Grace Miller suddenly knelt on the ground, raised his hand to the sky, and said:

“Heaven may be a bastard, framing me and kicking me down to earth, but I still swear to it: Charlotte Harris, Miss Ye, is the woman I love. The world is so vast, yet I happened to land right on her—could that not be fate? Heaven often makes mistakes, but this time it absolutely hasn’t.”

Charlotte Harris blushed even more, her heart in turmoil. She stamped her foot and said:

“You—get up, what are you doing?”

Grace Miller stood up, grinning:

“Now you believe me, right? If you touch me, I can use the ‘Sword Qi Finger.’ If we become husband and wife, I can use even more advanced magic. No matter who your enemy is, I can easily destroy them.”

Charlotte Harris was half-convinced, thinking for a long time. She thought, if I can risk my life for revenge, what else can’t I give up? So, still facing away from Grace Miller, she whispered:

“If you help me get revenge, I’ll agree to… be your wife…”

Grace Miller was overjoyed, leaping up to embrace the beauty, but Charlotte Harris dodged aside, raised her sword to her chest, and said sternly:

“Revenge first, then marriage.”

“How can I get revenge without being married?”

“You just need to hold my hand and use the ‘Sword Qi Finger’ to get revenge.”

“What if the enemy is too strong and the ‘Sword Qi Finger’ isn’t enough?”

“Well, then it still won’t do. No revenge, no marriage. I’d rather die than…”

Charlotte Harris lifted her small face, tears glimmering in her eyes, but her tone was exceptionally firm.

Grace Miller couldn’t stand to see a woman cry, especially a beautiful woman, and even more so one he loved. His passionate heart instantly shattered like glass, and he said harshly:

“Fine, you win. Deal!”

Chapter Four: Advocating Peace Doesn’t Necessarily Mean Being a Traitor

The deal struck, Charlotte Harris became embarrassed again, turning away, her shoulders trembling, lost in thought. Grace Miller, on the other hand, was extremely happy, wishing her enemy was right in front of him. He said:

“Fiancée, let’s go avenge father-in-law right now.”

“No, no, I’m not your fiancée,” Charlotte Harris said hurriedly.

“Why not? Didn’t we just agree?”

“Well, if you help me get revenge, I’ll… agree to marry you. But you need to go through the proper matchmakers and betrothal gifts. Only then will I be your… fiancée.”

Grace Miller’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t expected so many procedures to win over a beauty. It might take a year or more, and if someone else swooped in during that time, he’d lose both the girl and his inner elixir—a huge loss. He wondered if he should just use force, or tell Charlotte Harris the truth about the elixir.

Charlotte Harris saw Grace Miller silent, glanced back, and saw his dumbfounded expression. She found it a bit funny, thinking, This “Sword God brother” is a bit silly, but he’s quite handsome. Blushing, she lowered her head and said:

“The betrothal is just a formality. It… won’t take long.”

Seeing Charlotte Harris’s lotus-like beauty and bashful demeanor, Grace Miller felt his heart was about to leap out of his mouth like his inner elixir. At this moment, he was willing to do anything. He thought, My first good deed after descending to earth—might as well see it through. He grinned and said:

“But what should I call you? Calling you ‘Miss’ sounds distant. ‘Young lady’? Don’t ask me why, but in my vocabulary, that’s not a good word. How about this: I’ll call you ‘Ting-meimei,’ and you call me ‘Qing-gege.’”

Charlotte Harris fiddled with her clothes, thought for a while, and said:

“You can call me… ‘Ting-meimei,’ but I won’t call you… ‘Qing-gege.’”

Grace Miller was taken aback, then understood—“Qing-gege” sounds like “Love-gege.” The little beauty was quite thoughtful.

“Then what should you call me? You can’t leave out the word ‘gege.’”

Charlotte Harris saw Grace Miller stroking his chin, searching for a term, and worried he’d come up with something bad. She quickly whispered:

“I’ll just call you ‘Sword God brother’ like before.”

Grace Miller thought that was fine, clapped his hands, and said:

“It’s settled then. Ting-meimei, time is precious—let’s set out for revenge now.”

Charlotte Harris agreed, sheathed her sword, and remembered that “Sword God brother” was still naked. She said:

“Go put on his clothes.”

Pointing to the corpse of the officer Mr. Clark not far away.

“Hey, we just decided on the titles, and Ting-meimei is already going back on her word?”

“Sword God brother…” Charlotte Harris said with feigned annoyance.