General Leon's eyes squinted, unable to gauge Ethan's level anymore, as did General Felix. This could mean only one thing: either Ethan had reached their level or had acquired a mystical skill to conceal it.
"A blessed morning to you, Royal father, and to the Royal brothers," Delilah greeted with a graceful curtsey, while Aria and Aengus gave a slight bow, acknowledging their presence.
General Leon and Aengus exchanged glances, engaging in a silent conversation.
The king, Milphomor Araknis—a shrewd old man, dressed in Royal attire, a crown over his head and a magical staff on his hand—quickly noticed their interaction and grew curious about their relationship.
"What are you doing, Delilah?" Crown Prince Malcolm spoke to his sister. "Who allowed you to come here? This is a real battlefield where you could die at any moment," he reminded her in a stern but gentle tone.
