Chapter 82:Count Wellington’s Worry
In Wellington Estate
Count Wellington froze. For a long moment, he just sat there, dazed, unable to form words. Then, with a surge of qi bursting uncontrollably from his body, he bellowed,
"What the hell did you just say?"
The small shockwave that followed rattled the teacups on the table.
Erina, seated across from him, instinctively leaned back and muttered under her breath,
"For heaven’s sake, Father, you’re almost a century old so stop screaming like a child."
"Erina!" Count Wellington snapped, his eyes cold and sharp. "This isn’t a joke. I’ve tolerated your antics for years, but this..this is going too far."
Erina’s lips parted in disbelief. Her father rarely lost composure, and this time she could feel his anger, not just as a father—but as a seasoned warrior.
For a brief second, guilt flickered in her chest. She had teased him many times, but not about something like this.
"Lord Father," she said firmly, "do you truly think I’d make something like this up?"
Count Wellington sighed, rubbing his temples with slow, deliberate fingers.
"You said he had a breakthrough. But surely... it can’t be a Transcendent Knight’s awakening. "