Chapter 1230: Legend
This wasn’t what Sylas cared about, not in the slightest. The idea that he would need help to get revenge against her father, or even that he had spared the man more than a fleeting thought since what occurred, was little more than a joke.
Sylas wasn’t someone who got angry very easily, and when he did get angry, it was usually because of confounding events that took place over quite a long period of time.
That was all to say that if he was going to get angry, it needed to be something that was actually worth his energy, and a petty man "protecting" his daughter wasn’t anywhere near Sylas’ list of priorities.
To Sylas, to be angry at someone required him to think that they were on the same level as he was. Even when he killed Lucius, it was more about wiping the smugness off the Grimblade family, and the weight of a Silver Demerit, than the man himself.
Others might think that Sylas was nursing a grudge against the Duchess’ father, but in action...?
Sylas hadn’t spared him a thought since he left the dining hall. In fact, to Sylas, the man was little more than a pawn—a pawn that would bring his daughter right to his door.
In the days that he had been here, Sylas had come to understand quite a bit about the nature of Demons and how they worked. Family ties, loyalty, and the various structures that upheld the societies Sylas was familiar with didn’t work as usual here.
It was why he didn’t hesitate to kill someone who likely had close blood ties to Ansla, and it was why he knew the Duchess would choose her attraction to him over any loyalty she felt for her father.
Of course, that also meant that if a better Sylas came around, the Duchess wouldn’t care to remain loyal to Sylas either.