'This old man is so easy to fool. I just played along, and now he's convinced I'm his grandson. I can't believe an idiot like this is the strongest ,' Reign chuckled inwardly while waiting for Draven to speak.
The Demon God tapped the table, contemplating how best to explain things.
"You probably think I'm an idiot for claiming you're my grandson, don't you?" he asked.
"Of course not. Not at all," Reign replied, feigning ignorance.
"You don't need to lie. Even I feel like a fool for saying it. But we can confirm it once you do what I'm asking."
"You see, before Raiden disappeared, he built a large artifact in the center of this capital. It can only be used by someone related to him. I can use it—and so can you."
Reign hesitated. The chance that he wasn't really his grandson was high.
"And what happens if it doesn't react? What will you do then?"
