Chapter 1241 - Giralda (2) (2/2)

King Cromwell frowned, his gaze inadvertently turning to the boy he saw as his own nephew.

It wasn't until then that Dyon understood that King Percival had been here the whole time. But, that only made him shake his head.

”So stupid. If you were here the entire time, why didn't you say anything? You were so willing to seek death… How could someone like you possibly have the answer I need?...”

Dyon truly couldn't believe the stupidity of this Percival character. Had Dyon been a murderous devil, the Grand Templar Sect would have lost more than half of its fighting power, all because this supposed King wanted to stick his c.h.e.s.t out.

Facing the gaze of his Uncle, Percival's head lowered in shame.

”Any technique that alters your mind state is no good.” King Cromwell spoke for the first time. His voice was suffused with wisdom, making it impossible to believe that this old man was truly just a middle celestial.

Dyon dull eyes flashed with an odd light as though he had picked up on something, but in the end, decided to leave it alone. He wasn't here for King Cromwell, he was here for Percival.

With the same expressionless gaze, he turned toward Percival. However, King Cromwell hadn't missed the odd look in his eye… He had felt in that moment that Dyon had seen through him completely.

'What a scary young man…'

”Bring Giralda here.” Dyon's gaze met Percival's. ”Or else I'll unleash this attack once more.”

”Giralda?...” Percival was completely baffled. How could all of this have anything to do with her?

'Wait… Dyon Sacharro comes from the Celestial Deer Quadrant who had roots in Soul Rending Quadrant… Could it be?...'

When King Cromwell heard these words, his frown deepened even further. He only had a vague understanding of who this Giralda was. It wasn't until recently that she came on his radar because she had managed to become the second woman to give Percival a son. Of course, such an event was a big deal.

In the end, Percival could only clench his fists and do as Dyon said. Although King Cromwell hid it well, Percival saw very clearly that he had lost an entire hand to Dyon's singular strike. In addition, those black flames still managed to lock down space. If he provoked Dyon, their Grand Templar Sect could lose a middle celestial who was only a step away from becoming a high celestial, they couldn't afford such a loss.

Moments later, Percival brought with him a young woman holding a little boy who couldn't have been more than three or four years old. Giralda wore a sky-blue gown and clearly couldn't fly on her own. If it wasn't for Percival's hand on her shoulder, she would have fallen from the skies.

Still, although she seemed weak and had every right to be confused about what was happening, she had an elegant demeanor no less than what one would expect from a queen.