"Haha! That's more like it!"
Ackser laughed. However, his laugh didn't make the elder lash out. Instead, it had the opposite effect. The mana and pressure retreated back inside the dragonling, releasing everyone in the halls from their oppression.
"I thought for sure that would do it. But I guess you're too scared to do anything, right? Oop—I didn't mean that as a provocation. I'm just confirming my suspicions. You don't want to fight Kargas at all, do you?"
The old dragonling heaved a deep sigh, still with his head tilted forward. He slowly raised it just enough to look at Ackster through his brow.
"...You're a fool to think I won't recognize my own grandson when he's standing right in front of me. I also know better than anyone what he's capable of."
"...I see. The jig was up from the get-go. That's a shame. I was hoping for some excitement."
