Awakening divorce, the little female is scrambled by all the big guys

Chapter 237 It's all about the survival of the fittest, an unfair mistake.

Knowing he was in the wrong, the chieftain of the Night Clan did not get angry when Ophelia questioned him.

Instead, Chuck, who was standing behind him, seemed displeased. "We're here to talk to the White Tiger King. What right do you, a mere female, have to speak?"

The atmosphere in the room changed immediately after he said that.

Taylor stood in front of Ophelia, and Klein, who had been leaning against the wall, also straightened up.

Zeref's face turned cold, his eyes icy as he stared at Chuck.

"What qualifications do I have? It's just that I was the one who brought out the incandescent light bulb and the garlic."

"What? That thing is yours?" Chuck asked incredulously.

The chieftain of the Dark Night Clan also took a second look at the little female in front of him.

“Our princess is from the fifth noble family of the Holy Capital, and also the patriarch of our Fu Clan tribe,” Taylor stepped forward to reveal Ophelia’s identity.

Chuck's surprise grew stronger with each passing moment.

He glanced at the several males in the room; they were all exceptionally strong, yet they were willing to be subordinate to a small female.

And they even made this little female the clan leader!
"Dark Night Clan Chief, before we speak, I must ask how my daughter is?"

Although she had heard that Wendy had mistaken the Dark Clan Chief for her father after losing her memory, she did not know how the Dark Clan Chief truly felt about his daughter.

“Wendy is a good person. Ah Le and I like her very much. We have definitely not treated her badly.”

"Hmph, they not only didn't mistreat the clan leader, they practically worshipped her," Chuck thought resentfully.

Ophelia glanced at Chuck. "Clan Chief of the Night Clan, if your people continue with this attitude, I think there's no need for us to talk anymore."

"you."

"Chuck, you can go out first." The Dark Night Clan chief gestured with his hand.

Chuck was unwilling, but the Dark Night Clan Chief's eyes were filled with oppressive power, so he could only obediently go to the door to guard.

With the annoying person gone, the atmosphere in the room eased up considerably.

Ophelia smiled. "Thank you for taking care of Wendy during this time, Chieftain of the Night Clan. I will give her five green crystals as a token of my gratitude when she returns."

The Dark Night Clan Chief gave a somber laugh. "Wendy is lovely. Even without these crystals, I wouldn't hurt her."

“Alright, let’s get down to business.” Ophelia’s smile faded, and her expression turned serious.

"Has the Dark Night Clan Chief investigated thoroughly why our White Tiger Clan members have been turned into puppets?"

The Dark Night Clan Chief nodded. "Chuck was in the wrong. The Grand Elder asked him for some poison, and he gave it to him without thinking much about it."

"I never expected it would cause such a huge mess for the White Tiger Clan."

“We can hand over the antidote and restore your people to normal.”

Ophelia and Klein never expected the truth to be like this. Even now, the Grand Elder still dares to hide it from them.

"So, the matter of the White Tiger Clan puppets has nothing to do with you."

"Although this matter was caused by the Grand Elder, we also bear some responsibility." The Dark Night Clan Chief did not deny that they also had their share of the blame.

"Then thank you very much, Chief of the Dark Night Clan. However, our clansmen witnessed Chuck draining the blood of his companion. What about that?"

"Chuck drank human blood? That's impossible," the Dark Night Clan chief immediately retorted.

“What’s impossible? The bodies of those tribesmen haven’t been properly disposed of yet. If you want to see them, I can bring them over right now.”

The Dark Night Clan Chief said coldly, "No need."

"Chuck, come in."

Although Chuck was outside, he could hear the conversation inside the house.

"Chieftain, I did this." The Dark Night Clan Chief was heartbroken. "Why...why did you do this?"

He knew from birth that the Dark Clan was cursed, which was why they lived by drinking blood and feared sunlight.

He abhorred this way of life, so after he ascended to the throne, he strictly forbade his people from drinking fresh blood and instead required them to feed on the blood of their prey.

But he never expected that the male he trusted most would obey his orders.

"Chieftain, the reason why we Dark Night people need crystals to provide energy is because we do not drink human blood."

"I've found that my strength increases even faster after drinking human blood," Chuck said confidently, not feeling that he had done anything wrong.

The Dark Night Clan Chieftain's eyes widened in shock. "Chuck, you actually think like that? You know this will shorten your lifespan, so why did you do it?"

“Chief, this world is a dog-eat-dog world. If you are weak, you will be bullied. We don’t have long lifespans to begin with, so why live such a miserable life?” Chuck showed no remorse.

Ophelia and the others watched the scene unfold before them, unsure whether the two were acting or whether the Dark Night Clan Chief truly knew nothing about it.

"you you."

The Dark Night Clan Chief closed his eyes. "I apologize for failing to properly supervise my clan members regarding the little female."

He stood up and bowed to Ophelia.

Chuck felt as if his most respected chieftain had to bow down to a lowly female because of him, and his heart was breaking.

He clenched his fist. "Chief, this matter was done by me alone, it has nothing to do with you."

"If you want an explanation, I'll give you my life." With that, he turned Chuck's hand into claws and grabbed at his own chest, tearing out his heart.

"Chuck." The Dark Clan Chieftain, caught off guard, saw the still-beating heart and his eyes turned red.

"Chief, I made a mistake in this matter."

"Ophelia has already given her life for you, please don't exterminate the Dark Clan," Chuck pleaded softly, kneeling on the ground.

Ophelia gazed at him with a complex and ever-changing expression.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Chuck closed his eyes before she could answer, and the Dark Night Clan Chief, heartbroken, pulled her into his arms.

Although Chuck was not his biological son, he had raised Chuck by his side since he was a child and had long regarded him as his own son.

"Chief of the Dark Night Clan, please teach him to us. Our tribe needs his blood to cure the poison." Klein showed no emotion whatsoever at Chuck's self-inflicted gunshot.

People who do wrong should be punished.

So many members of the White Tiger Clan were rendered neither human nor ghost by his poison.

He's only given his life as atonement, which is too lenient of him.

A tear slid down the cheek of the Dark Clan chieftain. "I can hand Chuck over to you, but please leave him a whole corpse."

With things having come to this point, Chuck sacrificed his life to atone for his sins.

He couldn't stop Taylor and the others from using Chuck's blood as an antidote, but he still hoped to give Chuck a final bit of dignity.

"Okay, I promise you."

Taylor and Klein then moved Chuck out of the stone house.

Half an hour later, the puppets of the White Tiger tribe drank the antidote that flowed from Chuck's body, and then everyone gradually regained their senses.

"Clan leader."

"Chief, it's so good that you're alright." The tribespeople were overjoyed to see Klein safe and sound.

Klein looked at his people, who, even as puppets, were still thinking of him, and his nose tingled and his eyes reddened.

"thank you all."