Chapter 21: Declaration
Returning to the present.
The first to notice the Ancestor's gaze were the elders. Sensing the shift in his expression, they followed his line of sight. Confusion flickered across their faces.
Why did the Ancestor look… conflicted?
"Come here, Dax."
The old man stretched out his hand, gesturing for him to approach—voice warm, yet carrying the weight of inevitability.
Murmurs rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves.
"I greet you, Grandfather."
Dax bowed slightly—posture perfect, expression humble.
This old fox… he still intends to push this through.
Before anything else could be said, their exchange was interrupted.
Lines of servants entered the hall, each carrying finely wrapped gifts—silk boxes tied with silver ribbon, trays of rare spirit fruits, and sealed jars of immortal wine.
Dax's eyes narrowed.
That attire… Endo clan.
This was a family banquet. Outsiders were never informed—let alone invited.
