Personally speaking, Veren didn't like the god of gold.
Just listening to his senseless blabbering of his daughter made disgust well up within him.
Their nature wasn't very compatible. But that didn't mean Veren would automatically hate him.
"I have come to understand you very well in this time, young man. You will abandon my descendant immediately if he seems useless."
"That's right." Veren didn't lie, knowing the other party could read his mind. Instead, he felt a sense of loss, as if he was missing out on something.
"I don't have the soul to form a contract, but I have enough divinity to pass on a stigma to you and that child. If in the future, you hurt..."
Veren shook his head: "Caused his death, use this phrase instead."
Dying just because he hurt Caillen? That seemed too restrictive.
The god of gold stayed silent for a second, before nodding his head.
