Chapter 292. I Have to Get Stronger (1)
As soon as Caron returned to Azureocean Castle, a long-awaited family meeting was convened.
The topic of the day was, of course, the results of Caron and Leo's latest expedition.
"...You eliminated the Demon King of Slaughter who had taken over the Mercenary King's body, and then absorbed the Death Knights?" one of the elders asked, eyes wide.
"Yes, that's correct," Caron replied calmly. "And we also brought back the Dark Magic Tower Master alive."
"Ahem. Rather than saying I was captured alive, could we perhaps phrase it as... I surrendered of my own will?" a boy, Libre, said with a cheerful smile.
"Shut your mouth, you damn dark mage," Caron shot back coldly.
"Caron," Fayle interjected gently, "The head of the house is present here with us. Let's choose our words with a bit more grace, shall we?"
"My apologies, Father," Caron said, bowing slightly.
The boy standing off to the side, beaming innocently, was none other than the famous Dark Magic Tower Master, Libre. Though he looked like a harmless youth, no one in the room dared underestimate him.
"That's enough," Halo Leston said. He was the head of the Ducal Family of Leston and the strongest man on the continent. He tapped the table lightly, his gaze settling on Libre.
His voice dropped low as he said, "It's been a long time, Libre."
"Haha! It's been thirty years if I recall correctly. Seeing Your Grace looking so well truly eases my heart," Libre said.