Chapter 96: Change
As Asher opened his mouth to voice the reward he truly desired, Azeron’s voice rang out first, interrupting him before a single word could leave his lips.
"But since you have demonstrated what a true Wargrave should embody during the True Awakening, choosing to face danger head-on rather than flee, I shall grant you a special request. You may substitute anything of your choosing in place of the three techniques initially offered," Azeron declared with a soft, subtle smile hidden behind his otherwise composed expression as he stared at his son.
He already knew Asher had stolen two techniques from Hillary. There was no point in bringing it up again. Given that techniques were gradeless, Azeron was confident that, with Asher’s prodigious talent, he would be able to refine and elevate those techniques on his own.
This gesture was merely a means to offer his son the opportunity to ask for something else, perhaps something he truly needed, if he didn’t genuinely desire the techniques.
’This couldn’t get any better,’ Asher thought with a concealed, mental smile as Azeron’s words echoed in his ears.
"I will forgo the techniques, Father. I wish for something else," Asher said as he stood upright, his posture firm with conviction.
"What is it?" Azeron asked, his tone level as he listened intently.
"I request the highest possible quantity of blood you can grant me, from Myth Class, Void Class, and End Class monsters," Asher stated, his face calm and neutral, his voice devoid of any discernible emotion.
’Since I was going to receive three techniques, I might as well request three different classes of monster blood instead,’ Asher reasoned internally.
At his request, a heavy silence settled between father and son as they locked eyes.