Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 108: See (2)

While his clone was speaking of matters he had no idea about, Dyon’s main body was actually smiling a genuine smile.

“What are you smiling about? Do you like torturing people that much?” Ri giggled, looking toward the 8 kneeling geniuses with a bit of pity.

They were the holy sons and daughters of their respective Clans and even the Sprite Race as a whole, yet they were being forced to kneel by a young man who hadn’t even spared them a glance from start to finish. In fact, to make things worse, this same young man was lounging in a hammock with a beauty beyond words napping in his arms.

When had they ever suffered through such humiliation in their lifetimes?

“Nothing like that. It just seems Lilith’s and Junior’s relationship recently became closer.” Dyon said with a smile.

Though Dyon was smiling, his wives, aside from the sleeping Amphorae, had disappointed expressions on their faces. They hadn’t agreed with Dyon marrying off Junior like this, especially since he had despised arranged marriages for so long. It just seemed out of character for him.

But, they couldn’t say much because they knew that Junior had feelings for Lilith. Since Lilith agreed, who were they to step in?

On top of this, their souls were melded with Dyon’s. There wasn’t much he could hide from them….

Well, this wasn’t entirely true. Much like Junior could expend and sacrifice some of his soul potential to hide things from Dyon, Dyon himself, whose soul strength was so far beyond his wives, could do so as well while sacrificing much less.

As a result, though Dyon’s wives had no real idea what hidden thoughts he had toward Lilith, they still had sneaking suspicions. But, it wasn’t as though they could get mad at Dyon for avoiding women. Wouldn’t that be the world’s greatest joke?

Though Madeleine and even Amphorae didn’t care how many women Dyon had, Ri and Clara were in a different boat. It was already a huge barrier for them to overcome to be with Dyon now, and though some of that resistance had been chipped away over the years as they realized they couldn’t do without Dyon, it wasn’t entirely gone.

“Does that mean you’ve finally decided to give her Fused Meridians?” Madeleine asked, dispelling the odd atmosphere.

Dyon sighed. “I had already decided to give it to her since you all insisted. Now it just makes things easier. I was getting very worried about their relationship before, but it seems they’ve come to terms with each other.

“This is good… With Lilith’s strength, if she fuses with our mortal meridians, she’ll be a great additional strength. The fact she can already use devil and conventional qi makes her stronger already, so this makes it even more so.

“I have a feeling that with this coming battle… We need all the help we can get.”

“Y… You’ll pay for this!”

It was probably only a matter of time before their conversation was interrupted, but to think it would be the same words that had already been repeated at least a dozen times since they come here? Couldn’t they think of something more original?

“Who will make me pay, exactly?” Dyon, who had already sent his avatar into his Inner World to practice [Soul Aid] had nothing better to do, so he decided to entertain their drivel for a moment.

“We… We are not the most powerful…! When the Unblemished…. Heiress learns of this situation… You will pay…!”

“Pft, HAHAHAHA.”

Dyon who had been trying to maintain a calm demeanor for the sake of Amphorae who was sleeping in his arms couldn’t hold it in any longer. He erupted into a fit of laughter that caused the slumbering Amphorae to frown and shift in his chest.

“Sorry, sorry, shh, shh.” He patted her head like he was coaxing a child. In the end, he only stopped after she lightly gripped his robes with her small hands and smiled a content smile once more.

It hadn’t been just Dyon who couldn’t hold back his laughter, but Madeleine, Ri and Clara as well.

Using Alauna to threaten Dyon? What could be funnier?  

Now Dyon understood what this so-called final trump card of the Sprite Alliance was.

While Dyon was away, his daughter wasn’t simply idling. The absent of Luna wasn’t without reason either. All of this time, they had been stabilizing the situation of their Sprite Alliance in preparation for the descent of the Ancient Battlefield. They had to ensure all of the internal affairs were in order so that there weren’t any unwanted and hidden dangers lurking when it truly mattered most.

Of course, as a result, Alauna had become famous within the Sprite Alliance and she was well known to be Luna’s one and only heir and child. Such a result was inevitable with her talent. But, no one knew who her father was. This was a topic of great speculations of many sprite home dinners.

Of the eight kneeling geniuses here, four of which were men, there wasn’t a single one of them that didn’t have dreams of marrying Alauna one day and grasping the foremost beauty of not just their Sprite Alliance, but the Mortal Plane itself in their hands.

However, they had no idea that their first obstacle toward such a dream was right before them. Unfortunately for them, they had already gotten on the bad side of the father of the very beauty they wanted to marry, being none the wiser.

It was at that moment that the tower’s mystical world opened once more, revealing the image of a fairy-like goddess descending from the skies.  

The eyes of the eight geniuses lit up with hope and excitement. Who else could it be if not Little Alauna? But, her next words caused their eyes to widen with shock.

“Dad!”