My Own Wife

Dyon was even more eager to see his master's statue now. There was simply too much he didn't know.

"Alright, alright." Dyon helped Virvor up. "You don't have to kneel to me. Remember, we're family."

"Successor, you're actually?..." Virvor said with a faint excitement.

"Shh. Now's not the time for people to know."

Virvor laughed uproariously, unable to contain himself. Everyone was wondering who this monstrous Dyon Sacharro was, but who would have known that he was standing before them all this time. It was no wonder he has said that even a hundred Virvors was no match for him. It was the truth! Who among the younger generation would dare to say with any certainty that they could defeat Dyon Sacharro?

How did Virvor figure it out? Well, wasn't it obvious?