"Aah, just a moment," Hendry Covern said just as Sebastian Amethyst and the two soldiers leading him passed by his side.
With a noticeable grin, the admiral then whispered something to the old man.
"Maybe I am the one you should be worried about. Why? Because I will replace Amethyst's position in the three main pillars of the nobles. Don't be afraid, Sebastian. Your descendants will surely make good servants."
"You bastard!" Sebastian Amethyst fumed with eyes that were like two blades of a sword as if he wanted to slash the admiral's throat right then and there.
Hendry Covern smiled broadly with triumphant eyes at the figure flanked by two of the Guardian's elite officers.
"Let me tell you something, Sebastian," said Hendry Covern, again. "You, even your own granddaughter doesn't like you, you know that? No, I don't think you know. Look, the daughter of your granddaughter, Shiera is the seed of my son, James."
"You—"
