Chapter 289: Ta-da
Damon was quite surprised to see the item spirit actually following through on the role as he poured wine for everyone. The family’s mood immediately became better. Only La Rocha was clearly not pleased as he kept giving Damon death glares every once in a while.
"Oh please," Damon waved him off, taking the wine. "You love this as much as I do. Look at you. You’re practically sparkling with elegance. This castle was missing something, and it was clearly you."
John blinked at the sight of the butler and leaned over to whisper, "Is that... a servant you summoned?"
Damon nodded with a grin. "Yes, something like that."
La Rocha, without missing a beat, bowed just low enough to appear respectful, though his glare betrayed centuries of pent-up sarcasm. "Shall I begin preparing the feast, master?"
"Sure. Can’t wait to see your cooking skills!" Damon gave the guy a pat on his ass as he turned around, which made the vein on La Rocha’s forehead throb.
"Actually, wait a second. I have an idea." Damon downed the wine in one big gulp and then suddenly pulled out his blood wings for everyone to see. A round of awestruck gasps erupted all around as the blood-forged wings unfurled behind him.
"These are so cool!" Lola tried to reach for one of the wings, but Damon was already in the air. He abruptly dove straight into the ocean and disappeared. Everyone gasped in shock.
"Uncle?!" Lola squeaked, darting to the edge of the balcony and peeking down at the waves. "Where’d he go?!"
"Did he... did he just jump?" John stared, jaw slightly open. "Please tell me that was on purpose."