Chapter 1808 - Fake (1) (1/2)

Dyon startled awake. His mind spun as he quickly pushed himself up, but he had completely forgotten that he was missing half of his right arm and ended up awkwardly spinning off to the side of his soft bed and crashing to the floor. It was safe to say that he had never done something so clumsy even when he was still a mortal.

Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to play it off as Ri's soft snickers and giggles almost made him blush with shame. Luckily though, he had grown a thick layer of skin long ago.

After a light cough, he stood and blinked. A splitting headache threatened to slice his skull in half, but he still managed to realize that he was in the royal bedroom. It was a place he shared a bed with his wives, though they rarely used it considering they had cultivated to the point where sleep was more of a passing p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e than a necessity.

In truth, the reason Dyon got over his initial embarrassment so easily was because that feeling was overwhelmed by shame.

He had been so overwhelmed by a feeling of relief when he saw Clara that he blacked out. But the reality of the matter was that he was really worried about Madeleine as well. He believed that comparatively speaking, Madeleine should be in the better situation, but it was impossible for him to know that. Unfortunately, he passed out before he wanted to.

Dyon was well aware of the rules of the tower. If Madeleine was being harassed by the Sapientia like he believed, he already knew it was possible that the Sapientia had dao experts on standby. Not just her, but the Demon Generals would be in danger as well.

However, just when Dyon turned to Ri to ask, she pointed toward the bed.

The second wave of relief was so fierce that Dyon passed out again. For the second time in just as many days, Ri had to catch her foolish husband from falling to the ground.

**

The next time Dyon awoke, almost half a month had passed. This time, he didn't make the same mistake and woke up slowly, smiling when he saw Madeleine and Clara sleeping soundly next to him. But in the next moment, his smile faded, only to be replaced cold, expressionless face.

Dyon stood, making sure to tuck his wives back in before quietly leaving the room.

Before heading out, Dyon made sure to form himself a fake arm. He was no longer allowed to show weakness.

But, even he didn't realize how quickly his cold exterior would be shattered.

”Big brother!”

Dyon watched as a rush of pink diamond flew into his arms. He had only just entered the throne room to find a small meeting taking place, but he hadn't expected to see his little sister for the first time in decades here. All of his thoughts of rage and anger dissipated as Little Lyla's lithe figure crashed into him.