Theron sighed inwardly.
His luck was truly bad. This was supposed to be a challenge that only went up to Quasi King. If it was like this, though it would still be a bit difficult, he felt like he could manage.
As a Quasi Cloud Mancer now, the gap between him and a Quasi King was still massive, but right now, he was confident in taking one on in a one-on-one battle with about 60 to 70% odds of coming out decently well enough to fight another battle.
A King, though... well, that was a different problem entirely. He’d have to scratch and claw for 20% odds of survival, and that was assuming the weakest King-level Mancer.
Of course, these were all guesses on his part. He had fought a Quasi King before, but never a real King. And even then, that Quasi King had been significantly weakened by him first.
Maybe this was why Goddess Sacharro had given him three years to begin with. It hadn’t even been half a year since then now, and he was already trying to finish up.
If there was anyone who understood his talent, it was her. She had quite literally created him. Even if she didn’t account for all of the opportunities and lucky chances he would get in this ti, it definitely wouldn’t shrink the ti fra down by such a substantial amount.
At best, he should be able to complete it in a year. Less than half a year was like reaching for a pie in the skies.
Theron’s sigh turned to a smile.
It was like he had said. There was a balance to be found between solving everything with his blades and solving everything with his mind.
Could he deal with this entire situation with his blades alone? Absolutely not.
But while Goddess Sacharro might have a strong understanding of his talent, what she likely didn’t have was a strong understanding of his intelligence.
And thanks to that intelligence, he was about to have a King Mancer on his side as well.
BOOM.
In response to rchant King’s aura, Patriarch Umbra responded in kind. His strength blood, and he soared beyond the cap of Quasi King, stepping into the King Mancy realm.
rchant King’s pupils constricted into pinholes. "You..."
It was clear he hadn’t expected this at all. If Patriarch Umbra had such power, why would he allow his daughter to be used like a pawn in this fashion?
Not long ago, Patriarch Umbra had been absolutely furious with one of his wives for not listening to his orders. That woman was, of course, the very sa one that Theron had found in Venlow City. He had been so enraged, in fact, that he locked her away so that she could reflect on her wrongdoings.
This seed like a simple matter of a Patriarch losing his temper after being tested one too many tis. But the reason this was so troubleso was actually related to the fall of the assassin’s guild—naly, Theron’s destruction of it.
He had specifically told his wife not to go because the more exposure the Umbra had, the more likely it would be that he would be exposed ahead of ti.
Patriarch Umbra had no idea who it was that had destroyed the assassin’s guild, but in his opinion, whoever it was likely had far more power than even himself. In that case, how could his cultivation veil possibly work on them?
After hiding his true cultivation for so long, even suffering humiliation within his own family for the sake of this goal, how could he ever allow things to be ruined at this final step?
Absolutely not.
Of course, Theron wasn’t there, so he couldn’t possibly know all of this, let alone use it to make deductions. But ironically enough for Patriarch Umbra, the expert he thought could both destroy the assassin’s guild and expose his true cultivation was the boy right in front of him.
In an odd way, he had been more than correct.
Seems it’s ti to almost die again.
Despite his thought, Theron’s grin was only growing wider, his grip on his blades loosening as his entire body seed to relax. It seed that so of that alcohol was still in him. Otherwise, he would never be making such an expression. In fact...
A bottle shot over from the wedding hall, past Patriarch Umbra, until it hovered right before Theron. The liquid inside burst the glass apart and poured into Theron’s throat.
He gulped and sighed, a heated breath leaving his lips.
This wine was good. He was going to have to have more in the future. The feeling of heat was almost addicting.
His father’s short sword glowed, and his shadowy dagger seed to vanish into plus of smoke.
"Are you certain that this is the path you want to take?" Granny Chu spoke slowly once again.
Patriarch Umbra waved a hand.
Pa.
The old woman was sent flying. Even with Alfone in her arms, Patriarch Umbra didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
"You had best watch your tone in the presence of a King. I’ve tolerated more than I should with my status. The won I love are none of your concern. The children I cherish aren’t yours to touch. And the things I’ve set my eyes on to have aren’t things that you can deem yourselves worthy of having."
He didn’t seem to just be speaking to Granny Chu. He was speaking to the elders of his very own family, each of whom was shaking in their boots right this mont.
He waved a hand, and the Nightingale Ancestral Spear shot into his palm as though it was always ant to be there.
rchant King laughed uproariously. "Yes, yes. That is the way of a King, indeed. But I should say these very sa words to you. The things that I want aren’t matters that you should interfere in, King Umbra. Will you do the right thing and step aside? Or not?"
"Step aside? In my own territory? The wedding is over—what need is there for you to be here?"
"You think that I cannot tell why you’ve decided to show yourself? Tell . Where is what I seek? Is it with the Chron boy? Or..." rchant King’s eyes slowly landed on Theron.
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