A middle-aged man read the scroll and looked toward the woman in front of him.
"What do you think? He’s making another big wave and this ti in the Atria Empire. His story is always grand and causes a sensation across the continent," he said.
He was Grand Duke Rivas, sitting in the garden of the Rivas mansion, admiring the scenery with his beloved daughter, Irene. After hearing the full report about her son, Irene couldn’t help but feel proud. However, worry quickly followed—Aldrian had essentially declared war on the second prince of the Atria Empire and involved himself in the civil war.
"Why does my opinion matter? I truly don’t know what’s going through his mind or fully understand what he wants to do," she replied.
Grand Duke Rivas looked at her strangely but still accepted her answer. Ever since he parted ways with Aldrian, he had continued to hear about his achievents and strength in the Vindas Empire. The chaos following the purging of devils after the Larson family incident had also left him astonished.
He had heard that Aldrian slew a massive, unidentified beast with a cultivation at the high emperor stage in a single slash and helped the fallen Duclan family seek justice.
All of this had also prompted the Avandi imperial family to launch a large-scale purge of the devils—sothing he believed had the young man’s hand in it as well.
He had long realized that Aldrian was the mysterious swordsman, after the repeated, obvious hints from the past while the young man was still in the Doria Empire. This only added to his amazent.
His opinion of Aldrian was no longer as biased as it had been before eting him, and his wariness toward him had also diminished. From what he knew, Aldrian did not share that kind of relationship with his daughter. However, a thought crossed his mind—what if that young man could be paired with her?
Aldrian was the most capable young man he had ever t, and in his eyes, the most worthy candidate to be his daughter’s spouse.
Even His Majesty, the emperor, spoke highly of Aldrian every ti they t. It seed as though the emperor was deliberately trying to build a positive image of Aldrian in his mind—and it worked, as he also trusted the emperor’s judgnt.
He knew what kind of person the emperor was. If he didn’t like soone or didn’t deem them worthy, he would never speak so highly of them.
This made him wonder—why did Emperor Durand always praise Aldrian in front of him? He even felt that the emperor was subtly pushing him to bring Aldrian and Irene closer together, almost as if he were giving them his blessing to beco a couple.
When he thought about it, the idea wasn’t actually bad, but he still needed to evaluate the young man’s character. Their last brief eting hadn’t been enough for him to truly assess him. He also still wondered about the aning behind Aldrian’s question regarding his daughter and the words he had spoken afterward.
"Your Excellency, between your daughter and your pride, which one is more important?"
"I hope Your Excellency will stay true to your words and remain steadfast in the future."
Even now, he had yet to grasp the true aning behind Aldrian’s question.
While the grand duke was lost in thought, giving Irene a strange look as he pondered Aldrian’s words, Irene herself was thinking about the future. From the way things were unfolding, Aldrian was growing bolder, and she knew it was only a matter of ti before his origins were revealed. And if he dared to act so openly and boldly, then he must know it too.
At this mont, she felt an overwhelming urge to go to Aldrey, to seek comfort for the uncertain future that awaited them. She was still afraid—afraid that if their relationship beca public, their families would oppose their union. She wanted to talk to him, to be reassured. But she also wanted to go to Aldrian, to stand beside her son and calm her anxious heart.
"Do you want to go to the Atria Empire, my dear?"
Her father’s sudden question caught her off guard, leaving her montarily stunned.
"Why are you asking that? Why would I go to Atria?" she replied, feigning disinterest.
However, Grand Duke Rivas continued to look at her strangely.
"I don’t know, maybe to et him and release so pent-up emotions?"
Irene knew exactly what was on her father’s mind, and it frustrated her. But when it ca to pent-up emotions, she did agree—just not in the way he assud. She wanted to et Aldrian, not for the reason her father imagined, but simply because she missed her son.
"What pent-up emotions? I really don’t know what Father is talking about," she answered, maintaining her act.
"I’m really confused by you," he said. "You always speak positively about him and seem to care for him, but at the sa ti, you don’t seem interested in him in that way. So, what exactly do you consider him to be?"
"Don’t tell he’s your best friend or sothing like that. Cut the nonsense. The way you act isn’t how soone would describe a friend," he added, waving his hand dismissively.
Irene wanted to pull her hair and shout, "That’s your grandson!" But, of course, she held back. Instead, she simply smiled at him and replied,
"He is indeed good to and one of the few people I can trust, but I don’t see him in a romantic way."
Grand Duke Rivas could only sigh, completely unable to understand his daughter in this regard. What was the true nature of the relationship between Irene and that young man? To him, it felt like an unsolvable puzzle.
Irene simply kept her smile and chose to ignore her father, letting him continue pondering. She did her best to keep their true relationship a secret—at least until the right ti ca.
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The news that reached the mother, of course, also reached the father. After finishing his daily training, Aldrey read the report and couldn’t help but feel proud of his son. With Aldrian acting so boldly and openly this ti, it seed he was ready to make himself more recognizable—paving the way for their reunion as a family once again.
Although he felt a bit nervous, he eagerly anticipated the day when he could finally be together with his small family again.
"Your friend is truly remarkable. His strength is no joke—I’d wager that even if the entire grand duchy’s army went up against him, he would still erge victorious," a voice ca from behind him.
Grand Duke Flacrest approached and stood beside him.
"Building a relationship with that young man could bring great fortune to our family. You’d better make sure to keep that young man as your friend," he said.
"Of course, Father. Even without you telling , I will maintain our relationship—and even strengthen it," Aldrey answered.
"Well, he is your grandson, after all," he added in his mind.
"Good, good." Grand Duke Flacrest nodded in approval.
"We need to bring him closer to us. With a mutually beneficial relationship, I believe he will be a great help to us in the future."
The father and son continued discussing the topic for so ti.
Similar discussions on this topic were taking place all across the continent. With the mysterious swordsman finally acting openly in front of so many people, his features were starting to beco known, causing a sensation among the populace.
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As night fell and news of the mysterious swordsman once again spread across the continent, the man himself was occupied with his own affairs. Tonight, his focus was on bringing pleasure to his woman while satisfying his carnal desires.
"Ah... ah... yes... yes... there."
Pak, pak, pak.
The moans of a woman and the rhythmic sound of skin eting skin echoed within one of the rooms in the Caritas City mayor’s mansion. The sounds were so erotic that they could ignite anyone’s desires, but Aldrian had already sealed the entire room with a soundproof formation.
He pounded Sylphia in the missionary position while sucking on her neck. Her entire body was truly enticing, and after the changes she underwent after her dream with that mysterious woman, she had beco even more mature and irresistibly sexy. It only fueled his desire to keep going until she fainted.
Pak, pak, pak, pak.
"Ah... yes... Aldrian."
"Sylphia, my dear, take my seeds."
"Ah... yes... give it to ... together."
Pak, pak, pak, pak.
Aldrian’s thrusts grew faster as he neared his limit. Unable to hold back any longer, he leaned close and whispered in her ear,
"Here you go."
As he released inside her, he sealed her lips with a deep kiss.
"Mmpphh."
Spurt, spurt.
They climaxed together, her womb filled with their mixed essence. With his shaft still buried deep inside, none of it could escape. Aldrian continued releasing for several monts before finally withdrawing his weapon. Feeling satisfied, he collapsed lazily on top of her. He kissed her collarbone, her breasts, her nipples, and finally her lips before letting her rest.
"Your technique keeps getting stronger, dear. At this rate, I really don’t know if I can keep up with your tempo," Sylphia said between ragged breaths.
"I’ll give you more stamina if you’re about to faint, so don’t worry," Aldrian answered with a smile, hugging her body before burying his head in her plump breasts.
"Do you want to torture with pleasure?" she asked in a playful tone.
"Well, maybe," he said while sniffing her neck, making her giggle.
"Anyway, I want to discuss sothing with you," Aldrian said. "I really want to hear your answer so I can decide my next step regarding a certain matter."
Hearing the slightly serious tone in his voice, Sylphia knew this was important to him. He had ntioned earlier that he wanted to talk about sothing, and it seed the ti had finally co. She glanced down at his face, which was nestled against her chest, eting his gaze.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I know you’ve been talking a lot with Baek Jimin lately. Her boldness must be one of the results of that, and you don’t seem to mind her behavior toward at all. So, tell , my love, what’s on your mind? What exactly did you say to Baek Jimin to make her so open and daring with ?"
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