As the family laughed and shared lighthearted anecdotes, the conversation gradually shifted toward Anthony, who was all smiles. If the Supreme Monarchs, especially the Second Supreme Monarch, were present, they would never have believed this was the same being who once made them who felt like gods tremble, reducing them to the level of ants. None of them had ever seen him smile, let alone laugh so freely.
"So, Anthony, I'm sure you have some big news to tell us," Mitchelle said eagerly, her tone carrying a mix of curiosity and excitement. She had waited long enough.
Anthony arched an eyebrow in mild confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice calm yet wary.
'Are they asking about my abilities?' he wondered silently, sipping from his glass.
Mitchelle's smile deepened, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Purple hair, purple eyes, Captain rank," she said softly.
