King Zen was alone in his room and looking in front of the mirror. He suddenly remembered what happened some time ago and laughed.
"I deserve this body for I am Blanc's father. How can that white-winged-woman talk as if he has always been a person who is deserving of you, Blanc? I am your father and you are my son. What right does she have?!"
He stared at his reflection as he laughed evilly.
"She even challenged us in a war. They do not even stand a chance against me. Even if they have Ava with them. They do not have any idea how strong I am and how weak they are. Of course, you should include yourself on that part, Blanc!"
King Zen has been talking to himself for quite some time. Looking at his own reflection in the mirror, he did not hesitate to degrade his son. Out of nowhere, he felt a painful streak on his head. It felt like he was dizzy and that he is being torn out of his son's body.
"Your fall will be closer than what you have thought!"
