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Primarch nodded slowly.

”No. It was the boy. Master commanded me to observe both battles from a distance to assess Armand’s current magical power. I witnessed Marcellus and Cedric in combat as well. Their white flames are a manifestation of their divine inheritance, but what they displayed was merely the surface level of their power.”

He turned his gaze back toward the figure, his voice steady.

”They are far stronger than they let on. Their true potential has been carefully suppressed, likely to prevent drawing too much attention. But if they really fight seriously, they exude a power that could level cities. The boy, however, is different. He does not suppress his power. He wields it openly, with a confidence that suggests he has yet to reach his limit. And if his current strength is any indication, he may soon surpass even his brothers.”

The figure remained seated on his throne, his elbow resting on the armrest, his cheek leaning against his knuckles. His voice was calm, low, and carried absolute certainty.

”No. That boy has already surpassed both of his brothers.”

A heavy silence fell over the hall.

The figure continued, his voice steady and deliberate, each word carrying the weight of certainty.

”The power he used to fight Gioni and Erebra... that was not his full power. Nor was it his true power. What you witnessed was merely the surface. A fraction of what he is truly capable of. He held back, not out of necessity, but out of curiosity. He was testing them, studying them, observing their abilities as if they were mere specimens in an experiment. He could have ended them in an instant, but he chose to prolong their suffering, to analyze their reactions, to understand their nature. He did not unleash his true potential.”

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded them all.

”That boy carries something far more dangerous than raw power. He carries the essence of creation itself. And if he ever chooses to unleash it fully, none of the current you would be able to stand against him. Not even you, Pride.”

Primarch nodded calmly, his posture regal and composed as he continued.

”I could feel the boy’s power, Master. It was layered, deep, and carried an unsettling purity. But there is more.”

He paused, his voice steady.

”During my observation of that boy, I also encountered Garius. He appeared beside me without warning, as if he had always been there. His presence was... overwhelming.”

Primarch’s gaze grew more serious.

”Garius’s power has grown exponentially since the last time we observed him. It is not just triple what it once was... I believe it is far beyond that. Just by standing there, I could sense an overwhelming, suffocating force radiating from him. And his two aides, Alf and Erinette, have also reached a level of power far beyond what they possessed when Garius was still a teenager.”

The figure’s gaze shifted toward the three kneeling sinners, his expression hard and unforgiving.

”It is all Fransesca’s doing. Her blessing. The Divine Affection. Through her touch, her kiss, her embrace, she empowers those she loves. Garius has been blessed through their union, growing stronger with each passing year. His sons, too, have been blessed since birth, their potential unlocked and nurtured through her affection. That is why they are so powerful. That is why they are so dangerous.”

He paused, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Gioni and Erebra.

”If you had followed my orders. If you had waited until everything was ready. You would have had the advantage. You would have been able to face Armand’s sons on equal footing. But now... you have been reset to nothing. And because of your recklessness, the portals we use to travel between realms have been compromised. By now, Garius and that boy have already discovered how to interfere with them. They have planted countermeasures across their nation, their territories, and their allies. Our movements will be restricted from this point forward.”

His gaze shifted toward Luvia, his voice calm and commanding.

”Lust.”

Luvia rose gracefully from her seat, her movements fluid and elegant. She gave a beautiful curtsy, her head bowing slightly as her voice carried a honeyed warmth.

”Yes, Master?”

The figure raised his hand, snapping his fingers. A scroll materialized in Luvia’s palm, sealed with dark, glowing runes.

”I will open a portal for you. You will travel to the other continent. Read the mission carefully. You must ensure its success without the other three Abyss Spirits noticing your presence there. I trust you can handle this. After all, your target, Julius, is easy prey for someone like you.”

Luvia unrolled the scroll, her eyes scanning its contents. A slow, confident smirk spread across her lips as she read. She closed the scroll and raised her palm, a flicker of dark flame consuming the parchment until it turned to ash, scattering in the air.

She lifted her gaze, her eyes gleaming with seductive confidence as she spoke, her voice smooth and dripping with anticipation.

”I will gladly see this mission through, Master. Expect nothing less than perfection from me~”

That evening.

Armand Estate.

Liana walked gracefully through the hallway, her silver hair swaying softly with each step.

Her mind was still processing the hour-long briefing she had just attended in the meeting room. Garius’s voice echoed in her thoughts, firm and commanding:

”Remember, Liana. If you and my other future daughters-in-law wish to go sightseeing in any of Armand’s towns, villages, or places of interest while my youngest son is busy, you must inform me, my wife, or Alf or Erinette. If we are occupied, make sure to send a message through the group chat on your mana phone. Do not leave the estate grounds without notifying us. This is not a suggestion. That is an order.”

Liana let out a soft sigh, her footsteps light and measured as she continued down the corridor. She paused when she heard a faint sound coming from one of the storage rooms.

Hmm? I wonder who’s inside?

Her brow furrowed slightly.

There is no such thing as cleaning storage at night. Back when I was still a maid, and even after ranking up to personal maid, never once had any of Armand’s maids or staff been told to clean the storage rooms at this hour. Except for the kitchen or dining room, everything else was always done during the day.

She moved toward the door, raising her hand to knock, but paused when she heard a low, creepy chuckle coming from inside.

”Kekeke~”

Liana’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Hmm? Isn’t that voice...

She opened the door and peeked her head inside, her gaze landing on Javier, who was rummaging through a pile of old items, his back turned toward her.

”Young Master? What are you doing?”

Javier turned his head, a wide grin spreading across his face. ”Ah, Liana. Come inside and lock the door~”

( End Of Chapter )