Cleaver Of Sin

Chapter 660: Father And Son Talk-1

He stared at the system screen one more time, taking in every detail as though committing it to memory, then with a mere thought, the screen vanished. His mind shifted to another thought, his Limitless Physical Growth ability, with its recent activation, which had occurred after his battle with Debro, it meant he would have to engage in another battle that would push him into an even more dangerous situation, one far more perilous than before.

Besides, there was another fact that came to mind; just because he had won against Debro did not mean he could win against all Wavestar Life Rankers. After all, various levels of battle prowess existed within each Life Rank, and for all Asher knew, Debro might have been among the weakest Wavestar Life Rankers in existence.

’Sigh... I need to get stronger,’ Asher thought to himself as this reality occurred to him, settling heavily within his mind. ’I need to get back to the Star Academy as soon as possible to resume my training after a bit of rest,’ Asher’s thoughts spun continuously as he began to formulate plans, each thought building upon the last.

’I’m sure nothing happened to elder brother; after all, I sent backup, and Father returned too,’ Asher thought to himself in calm silence, reassuring himself with that line of reasoning.

As Asher was buried deeply within his thoughts, a knock resounded through his room, clear and deliberate; he did not need to ask to know it was Zarek, Azaron’s right-hand man, who was standing at the door.

The door swung open, and Zarek stepped in with his usual calm and composed ease; he bowed slightly as he spoke, "Tenth Sun, the Patriarch orders your presence," his words measured and respectful.

Asher stayed silent for a moment; he had already guessed this. He could already infer that the Patriarch would be calling him in regards to what had happened with the Emperor, as there was little else that would warrant such immediate summons.

With that, both of them stepped out of his room as Zarek led him toward Azaron’s office. Within minutes, they arrived; Zarek opened the door, and without delay, Asher stepped in with steady strides, his posture composed.

Azaron stared at him for a moment before he spoke, "The last time we spoke, I remember telling you to call me Father," his voice low and calm.

"Apology accepted," Azaron replied without any change in expression. "Sit," he stated, his words more of an order than a suggestion, leaving no room for refusal.

’I wonder if this is how people feel whenever they are interviewed for a corporate job back on Earth,’ he could not help but think to himself, his expression remaining flat, his muscles relaxed as he waited patiently for Azaron to speak.

It was a simple question, one any parent would ask their child, but to Asher, it sounded as though he had heard the wrong question, as though his ears were somehow failing him. But still, he had to respond.

Hearing his youngest’s reply, Azaron shook his head as he spoke, "I need you to go into detail, and I do not want you to speak as though you are writing some sort of mission report; speak freely, like a son to a father will," he stated. He raised a hand, and a bottle of alcohol appeared within his grasp, two glasses also appearing midair; he poured alcohol into both glasses and passed one to Asher.

’Is he suddenly showing concern because of the Emperor trying to mentally manipulate me?’ Asher thought to himself as he sat there. Initially, he had assumed that Azaron had called him here for that particular reason, but it seemed he had been mistaken.