"The Pandemonium Needles?" Nalia had a confused look.
'Great, what did I expect…' Damien didn't feel like he should be surprised at her ignorance as the Pandemonium Needles was not something everyone knew about, even though it was a Saint Grade artifact.
She said in an apologetic tone, "I don't know about such needles, but maybe my daughter does. She has a great interest in the art of formations and—" She, however, suddenly stopped realizing that she was talking about her precious daughter to a person like him.
Even though Tristen was her daughter's half-brother, she had no idea if this lecherous person wouldn't do anything to her.
Even though Damien wasn't Tristen, he still couldn't help but feel a twitch in his temple, seeing how she was assuming that he would do something to her daughter. However, he said with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, Nalia. I see her as my own sister and won't let anyone harm her!"
