Philman's eyes bulged from their sockets as he seemed to grasp Sylas' meaning.
He opened his mouth and a mournful cry came out, his temper flaring to his head as he exploded.
But his path was blocked by Magnus.
"My grandson, um… doesn't have the best way with words. Forgive him for my sake and let's have that talk you wanted to have."
"Get out of my way!" Philman roared.
Blade Aura pulsed around Philman and a sword sheathed to his side rattled in its casing, seemingly about to erupt out on its own.
Magnus' gaze darkened. "Let's be clear about something here, elder brother. Don't think that I'm unaware of the fact your son tried to kill my grandson. Although I haven't said anything, don't think that I'm ignorant.
"Drop the distraught father act. If you want to fight, pull out your weapon."
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