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    Jett approached me, his voice grave. “Makenna, I need to talk to you about something important.”


    I hesitated, and then nodded for him to continue.


    “I remember that Marehelm is still detaining a group of mixed-blood children. I believe these children could be valuable to us.”


    Jett’s words startled me, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Valuable? You’re not saying we should send them to fight, are you?”


    “No, of course not,” Jett said, shaking his head with a cunning smile. “You know the Wizard n’s gift for crafting exceptional potions, don’t you?”


    I nodded, starting to piece together his n.


    The Wizard n’s natural talent for potion-making was unmatched.


    Healing brews and enhancement elixirs were critical assets in battle.


    As the idea took root, my interest sparked.


    Seeing my understanding, Jett’s smile grew. “We could train these children to perfect their potion-making skills and have them serve our cause. Besides, these children were abandoned by the Wizard n and discarded to Marehelm to die. They must resent their n deeply. If we give them shelter and purpose, they’ll likely swear their loyalty to us.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Jett’s proposal lingered in my thoughts, prompting a careful evaluation. I lowered my head, silently deliberating the advantages against the potential risks.


    After a moment, I concluded, “This strategy seems viable.” With a nod toward Jett, I signaled my agreement.


    Unexpectedly, Bryan leaped to his feet, his tone brimming with objection. “Absolutely not! You can’t rely on outsiders—they always have hidden motives!”


    His fierce opposition caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily stunned.


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    Dominic also stood, his eyes narrowing as he fixed a distrustful gaze on Jett. “What’s your real agenda behind this idea?” he demanded sharply.


    Jett’s face clouded at the usation, a spark of irritation ring in his expression. Yet, he swiftlyposed himself, locking his eyes with Dominic in a cold, measured stare.


    “My agenda? I’m focused on what’s best for our group. Unlike certain individuals who are blinded by bias andck vision,” Jett retorted icily. The air grew tense as their exchange sharpened. yton, sensing the rising conflict, hurried to my side and sped my hand gently.


    “Makenna, this is a weighty decision. Take your time to consider it thoroughly.”


    ncing at Jett, I noticed a flicker of hurt and anticipation in his eyes as though he awaited my verdict with bated breath.


    “I trust Jett,” I dered with conviction.


    My words visibly darkened the moods of the three princes, their disapproval palpable.


    Their long-standing animosity toward Jett was no secret, and I understood its roots. yton made onest attempt to sway me. “Makenna, please reconsider. Jett is…”


    I gently squeezed his hand, cutting him off. “Rest assured, I have full confidence in Jett,” I said firmly.


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