My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 892: Chapter 893: Second Time In History

Someone was just about to call him a retard for running behind the grand duke and screaming ”grandpa,” but the grand duke actually agreed.

And stood by him firmly.

Damon wore a smug smile. He was safe here. Who dared touch him now? No one.

An old noble with deeply wrinkled skin stepped forward, his expression calm and composed.

”Your Excellency, if I may,” he said politely. ”Do you not think it is a bit unreasonable to claim this boy as your grandson over a mere elixir?”

He bowed slightly, his aura subdued.

”Please consider your reputation.”

Damon glanced up at the grand duke, then leaned close to his ear.

”Grandpa, is this guy calling you a liar? He deserves to die.”

The grand duke’s eyes turned cold.

A flash of light followed.

Before the old noble could even react, both of his arms were gone. Just like that. He had not even been given the chance to resist.

Damon smiled like a fox that had just realized the mountain tiger had mistaken it for one of its cubs.

Except in this case, he really was one of its cubs.

”Nepotism is only bad when I am not benefiting from it.”

Cassian frowned when Damon said that.

’He said the quiet part out loud.’

Damon took a deep breath. His sister was staring at him in confusion. She was the one person present who had no idea what was actually going on.

Everyone reacted differently to what they had just witnessed, but at this point the grand duke was not even surprised that Damon had figured it out.

As expected of his grandson.

A soft sigh came from Aurelius Venn as he rose to his feet.

”I had no idea the Golden Death had a son,” he said, directing his words specifically at Cassian.

Cassian sighed. He had simply been minding his own business, yet somehow they had found a way to drag him into trouble.

”While you may see an uncanny resemblance, I assure you I am not his father.”

Damon placed a hand over his chest.

”You are breaking my heart.”

Cassian sighed again. He really wanted this to be over so they could all just go home already.

”Then how exactly is he related to you, Grand Duke?” Aurelius pressed, seeking confirmation of what he already suspected.

”That is not important. This is a family matter, and outsiders should not involve themselves,” the grand duke replied sharply. Someone else could explain things to the temple. It would not be him.

Damon let out a quiet sigh of relief.

He had been in real danger moments ago, so he had simply sprung the trap he had prepared for his grandfather. The truth was, Damon never planned on leaving this place without exposing their relationship.

As for the fallout, that was the old man’s problem.

Still, Damon had to press his advantage.

He pointed at those present.

”How dare you treat me this way? Have you forgotten that I was the one who defeated Amon? Was I not promised rewards? I distinctly remember the temple offering me the illustrious title of hero.”

He then glanced toward the emperor.

”And the empire promised me an enormous sum of money and a noble title.”

The emperor’s expression did not change. He had not forgotten. If anything, he had simply been observing the entire time.

”The empire has not forgotten its promise to you.”

Damon looked around, searching for anyone else who owed him something. His gaze landed on Seras Blade.

”Do not think I forgot about you either.”

She chuckled.

”You really are a cockroach. You certainly did not get that from your mother. I wonder if it came from your father’s side.”

The old man from the Ravenscroft family laughed softly.

”Ah, I see. So this is Ranar’s son. You should have said something. What a small world. To think one of Xander’s friends would be the son of Ranar Brightwater.”

”Ranar Brightwater? Didn’t she die years ago?”

”Yes, I even attended her funeral.”

”Then why would the grand duke lie?”

Damon raised his hand.

”Sorry to interrupt, but he and I are not friends. More like classmates who put up with each other.”

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The sound echoed through the arena.

Damon turned toward it.

Paimon.

She had been silent the entire time. After gathering the surviving demon heirs onto her dromedary, she stood atop the creature’s head.

”Thank you. I never realized the goddess races had so much drama,” she said lightly. ”I was thoroughly entertained. Unfortunately, I do not have all day, and it is getting rather late. So if you do not mind, I have a small declaration to make.”

She cleared her throat as dark wings unfurled behind her back.