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Elena was still processing what Ryu had just said when he had already taken her hand and appeared high in the skies with her by his side. 

He teleported out of the restrictive, twisting gravity as though it hadn't existed at all, a bright smile on his face. 

The angrier he was, the more irrational his wife would think he was being. And if she thought he was being irrational, then how could she trust in his judgment? If there was no trust in his judgment, when would she ever be able to be at ease? 

The Ryu Elena knew was a loose cannon. It could be said that the only reason he had lived for so long in the first place was because his family was the most powerful in Sacrum. Who would dare to touch him? Least of all Primus' great grandson? 

The Ryu of now… was still a loose canon. 

The difference was that his power was his own. Well… his own and that of his master's. What could he say? It was nice to have a backer.