Dominic could not believe that after everything, they were turning the blame on him.

"You say you weren't wrong about us? But your heart was never with us. If you had ever given us a second glance or trusted us even a little, we wouldn't be in this situation now!"

"You've always been stubborn. Nash isn't interested in being president, so you decided we weren't good enough and started looking for someone else, didn't you? You wanted to groom a puppet who would follow your orders." Listening to his sons' accusations, Dominic's expression darkened. He kicked both of them to the ground, his anger boiling over.

"Is your brain made of mush? If I wasn't looking out for you, with the way you've been acting, you would have been finished long ago. Do you even realize that?"

Dominic's rage grew as he spoke, but no one could interfere in how he disciplined his own children.

Nina gave Nash a look, and he took her hand, quietly leaving the room.

Once they were outside, Nina turned to him, "The rebellion has been crushed, and you've taken care of so much already. When can we go home?"

Despite the tension among the men, Nina knew that the conflicts between them were often far more brutal and bloody than anything between women.

Nash gently stroked her hair. "I was planning to leave in two days, regardless of what happened. Does that work for you?"

If Nina thought the timing wasn't right, he would adjust their plans and leave even earlier.

"It works," she nodded.

Meanwhile, Dominic made the assassination attempt on Nash public knowledge and officially announced that the next president would be chosen through an election.

Many candidates entered the race, but ultimately, Dominic was re-elected. However, following Birkham's example, he introduced a five-year term limit. As for his two sons, they were sent away for reformation, forced to start over as ordinary citizens.

With order restored in Salterra, Nash and Nina boarded their flight back home. As for Micah and Freya, they returned to the Yaren Tribe.

Things had settled down in the tribe, but as soon as they arrived, several of Freya's late parents' former followers approached Micah.

At first, he thought they had important matters to discuss, but it turned out they were there on Freya's behalf.

"Mr. Micah," one of them began, "Freya's parents passed long ago, and she's been by your side for so long. In terms of status and looks, she is a perfect match for you. We in the Jouda family are willing to pledge our loyalty to the Yaren Tribe, and now, Freya is our only descendant. We all hope you will give her an official status soon and consider starting the next generation as early as possible."

Due to the war, the Yaren tribe always planned for the worst. They believed it was better to have children early, so that even if Micah were to fall in battle, his legacy would continue.

Micah responded calmly, "I know what needs to be done, but I don't appreciate others trying to dictate my life."

They had delivered their message, but the final decision rested with Micah.

Seeing that Micah was not pleased, Freya quickly interjected, "I had no idea they would do this today. I swear on everything, I didn't..."

But Micah raised a hand to stop her. "You don't need to explain. You've been with me this whole time. I know whether you made any calls or not. And even if you did, I wouldn't hold it against you."

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