Ri, Clara and Madeleine lightly smiled. This was the side of their husband that they liked to see. Being strong and ruthless may have been looked upon favourably by the martial world, but in order to lead, there was something else that was needed. This was what separated a warrior from a king… a general from an emperor…
Dyon side stepped the two he was standing on before kneeling down and pulling their heads up.
Second and fourth son looked particularly pitiful. Second son was already quite a round man to begin with, but now his face had a flat and linear nature to it his weight shouldn't have allowed. As for fourth son, his once straight nose was now very clearly broken. And both of them looked as though they had just climbed out of a coal mine.
The anger in their eyes hadn't faded. Unlike first son, they didn't understand just how scary a character Dyon was. But, before they could speak, Dyon's next words sent shivered down their spines.
