Dweezel’s Discovery

"Aeryth…is that you?" Dweezel asked, his voice quivering.

Long had he waited for this moment.

All he needed now was one confirmation.

"Huh? Who else could I be?" the young priestess tilted her head to the right, slightly confused.

After hearing her words, tears streamed down the old snake's face, followed by uproarious laughter.

"Hahaha! Yes! Yes!!! One step closer to my ideal world!" he exclaimed with excitement.

It was the first time Primo had seen his father lose his composure—or the second, had he been present at the failed ambush on Shye.

Still, he watched his father with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

The old man was undeniably obsessed with certain goals and wouldn't rest until he achieved them.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck the young priestess's head, causing her to lose consciousness once again.

"A-Aeryth!" Dweezel exclaimed in alarm, quickly supporting Wendy's back with his hands.