Chapter 85: First Beef
As the Primarch disappeared from sight, all eyes immediately tore back toward Asher.
"You’ve done well, youngest. It seems like just yesterday you visited the family library for the first time," said the voice of the Great Elder Librarian, Morthen Wargrave.
"Thank you, Great Elder," Asher replied with a soft smile.
With that, the Wargraves began to walk away one by one, each lost in their own thoughts. None of them bothered to inquire about the limitations of Asher’s blood healing or teleportation abilities. Perhaps they were too stunned, or simply respectful enough, to question him now.
The Ninth Sun, Thalric Wargrave, paused for a brief second, his gaze lingering on Asher. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away toward his quarters.
Only Malrik and Wuthenya Wargrave, the First Sun and the Second Moon, remained behind. Their expressions were warm, and their gazes softened as they addressed him.
"Who would have thought you had grown this strong already? You hid it well, youngest," Wuthenya remarked first, her tone laced with affectionate amusement.
"Indeed," Malrik added. "Were you planning to surprise everyone with your strength? Because, if so, the surprise worked."
"I never really hid anything. No one knew simply because they never cared enough to find out," Asher replied with a grin. "You can check the records at the First Training Ground, though."