Chapter 62: The Hidden Power of a Half-Blood
He had hinted so clearly—surely he got it?
Eoryun quickly picked up on the deeper meaning in those words.
He slowly turned to look at Tiana, his gaze growing more and more aggrieved.
"Grandaunt..."
Although Tiana was a merman known as the "Iron Barbie," she was utterly defenseless against the affectionate antics of the young ones.
Eoryun was only in his twenties. In Tiana’s eyes, wasn’t he still just a little cub?
And the behavior of this young master, from her perspective, was nothing more than the harmless tricks of a cub.
Tiana stood up and quickly strode forward two steps to stand in front of Eoryun. .
She slapped both of her hands firmly onto his shoulders and declared with absolute conviction, "Don’t be sad, my grandnephew! You’re truly a pitiful cub, but don’t worry—your Grandaunt has a way. Although I had hoped you would take the path of a swordsman, seeing how much you enjoy being a feeble little mage, your Grandaunt still respects your choice. After all, I’m not some old-fashioned elder."
Eoryun was left dazed by Tiana’s words, but he managed to extract the key points from the bombardment of dialogue.
"Huh? Take the path of the swordsman? And Grandunt, you can fix my physical condition?"