My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



The man whose head had been wedged into the pillar was finally pulled free. He gasped for air as if he had nearly suffocated. Henry's face darkened.

"Mr. Dox, even if he struck you first, don't you think your response was too harsh?" he said in displeasure.

"Apologies," Dustin said calmly, though his tone betrayed no real regret. "I didn't expect the so-called prodigies of Grayvale to be this fragile. I only used ten percent of my strength."

Dustin had not exaggerated.

In fact, the man had been defeated with far less than the claimed ten percent strength.

The room erupted in murmurs at his casual remark, which sounded more like an insult to everyone in the venue.

This gathering was full of the young prodigies from Grayvale's most prestigious martial families, and Dustin's remark came across as outrageously arrogant and utterly intolerable.

"How dare a nobody from the countryside insult the young elites of Grayvale!" The crowd's anger was unrestrained.

Just then, Julian Ward stepped forward.

"I'll take you on!" he declared confidently.novelbin

Dustin raised an eyebrow.

"You want to fight me?"

He had no interest in fighting with these young heirs.

If he accidentally killed a few of them, it would only cause unnecessary trouble.

"Oh, please, you think I'm some street thug? Fighting is barbaric. Unlike you backwater types, we've cultivated more refined pursuits. Let me show you how the upper class competes."

Julian then strode toward a sleek table at the side of the hall.

Only then did Dustin notice that the venue was equipped with various setups clearly intended for entertainment.

Julian stopped at a narrow platform with a series of ten holes of varying sizes at one end.

"Ordinary folks have their own games, while those of higher standing play at a different level," Julian said loftily. Someone brought over ten iron marbles. Each was identical in size.

"Each player gets ten iron marbles. The goal is to toss them into these holes. The farger the hole, the fewer the points. The smallest is worth ten points. After all ten marbles are thrown, the scores are tallied, and the one who scores highest wins." Julian shot Dustin a challenging look. “Care to play a round?"

Dustin raised an eyebrow.

So, this was what these young heirs considered competitive entertainment.

"Why not?" he replied with a faint smile. He was clearly intrigued.

"But we don't play for nothing here," Julian said smugly. "The standard wager is five hundred thousand per point. Are you okay with that?"

Julian's smirk was filled with disdain.

He was not just challenging Dustin's skill but insinuating that someone from a small town like Rivenesco could not even afford to join a simple game with the young heirs here.

Henry chuckled and chimed in, "Mr. Dox, if funds are tight, it might be wise to decline. There's no shame in knowing your limits, especially given the stakes here could upset your... modest family's finances."

The room filled with sneering laughter.

"I'll cover his wager!" Allison said coldly.

She could not stand the smug faces of these people and was eager for Dustin to put them in their place.

Her future husband was nothing less than a Legendary Martial Saint!

"Miss Allison, are you sure you're willing to lose your fortune on his behalf?" someone asked with a laugh.

Julian smirked and added, “Mr. Dox, if you're really struggling for cash, I'd be happy to lend you the money. After all, relying on a woman's purse is hardly dignified, wouldn't you agree?"

Dustin glanced at Julian calmly.

“A mere few million? Hardly worth mentioning," he said indifferently.