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.
