Chapter 128: Divine Guardian (2/2)

Looking up, Angora watched the great lion that stood beside himself. He realized then that in comparison to Will Smith—or more correctly, the genie, the lion was not as quick-witted even though it appeared more majestic.

That was when he realized that his quest was completed.

Moreover, even the two additional quest rating objectives were met thanks to what Cecil said in his plea for mercy.

The root of corruption was the ‘suspicious potion’ that he had mentioned.

And the culprit was undoubtedly an existent demon of the Secret Eye Society.

But while Angora was still checking the system, the tower had finally reached its limit and was about to collapse.

Knowing that, Angora turned off his interface and dashed to where Vela had been and found Horan looking at him.

Angora did a double-take. “When did you recover? Did you hear what I said just now?”

However, he did not continue asking more questions as the floor shook even more violently. Throwing the old man over his own shoulder, he didn’t run for the stairs but instead jumped down the empty center of the spiral stairs!

“Guardian spirit!”

The lion guardian spirit caught him easily at his call, its thick and soft fur acting as the perfect cushion—Angora felt no pain at all.

“I never passed out from the start… I kept myself conscious because I was afraid that I would never wake up, and I became lucid when that retainer of yours had me chug down that weird potion.” The old man slowly said, after being briefly surprised by what Angora did.

He was silent for a moment, before mildly consoling Angora. “I’m sorry about that kid.”

Angora assumed that his father was referring to Cecil, only to realize later that he was speaking about Vela.

Vela’s death right in front of Angora’s eyes naturally enraged him, but Players do resurrect three days later… and she had even asked the others what was going on in the forums just a moment ago…

“Yes…” Angora therefore vaguely skipped that conversation. “Dad, about Cecil…”

“He started an uprising and was summarily executed. You are my only child from now on… and if you want, I could hold the handover ceremony for my dukedom tomorrow.” The old man said quietly. “You are now a lord who fits the bill, and all you have to do is beware so that others would not learn about your mother’s bloodline.”

Angora was not actually coveting the dukedom which was within reach, however. Taking Tunaya as his domain would be wonderful, but prying eyes meant great restrain, complete unlike the small town where he had more freedom.

“As for that, I have a suggestion, Dad.”

[1] EXPECTO PATRO—