Chapter 833: Ilcheon Cult (11)
Hearing something absurd, I furrowed my brow.
"...Did I mishear?"
Just moments ago, the Poison King had been keeping his distance, addressing me with the utmost formality. Now, suddenly calling me "son-in-law" with such blatant desire? It was ridiculous. Or maybe refreshingly honest.
"I understand, though."
Seeing the hope in the Poison King's eyes, I let out a small sigh. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t empathize with how overjoyed he was.
His trembling hands, unsure of where to go, caught my attention. Watching him hesitate, I turned my gaze to the glowing mixture.
Hwaaaah—!
The mixture still glowed brightly. It wasn’t just the light—the energy emanating from it was immense.
The difference in power was beyond comparison to what I had sensed before adding the mana stone. One glance was enough to confirm:
"It’s a success."
This was the real deal. Its brilliance made it impossible to mistake.
"I was right."