Gittiler Manor.
Dylan glanced at the Floating City that was parked in his own courtyard.
Two of them.
For the first time, his poker face revealed a sense of enjoyment rather than impatience.
Fairly speaking, he hated the Gittilers other than Makala, and he hated the matter of seniority even more.
Especially those who were his seniors.
For someone like Old Master Barry, who was far too senior, there were no hard feelings, but the likes of Mino or Demitri, who were currently present, should have been quite detestable to him.
However—
"Mi, Milton?"
When the soul body of the Lich Milton Gittiler, who had been cleansed, appeared, Demitri, who was extremely familiar with the Gittiler family tree, nearly went weak at the knees and knelt down on the ground.
This was not some scattered branch of the Gittiler family…
This was the genuine Gittiler lineage!
