"B-Brother-in-law, is it okay? Giving your natal treasure is…wait, you aren't even a Palarian, how is that even your natal treasure?"
In the space of a few words, Sonya went from depression to surprise and confusion.
Varian shrugged with a wicked grin on his face. "It's not."
With a snap of his fingers, the space above his palm distorted and a red bladed sword appeared.
With just one look, he discerned what had changed.
"That old bastard…fuck."
Varian cursed under his breath with an angry smile. The old fogey was a tough nut to crack and never revealed his secrets.
Due to the important events taking up his focus, he didn't spend more time on the prisoner either.
To think that he'd cause trouble in such an unexpected manner.
But it's not that complicated.
Prince Merov and the old fellow were connected. Xeola and Prince Merov were connected.
