Chapter 522: Meeting Of Minds

I was sure he'd say no. After all, his little rebellion seemed to be the only thing my grandfather really wanted to worry about. But when he nodded quickly to his bodyguard before meeting my gaze again, Henemordonin surprised me.

"I'm willing to talk to my son," he said. "But the first order of business is the safety of Demonicon."

Wow, that was a quick one-eighty. "Nice to hear you're being sensible," I said. "Which I find incredibly untrustworthy."

My grandfather laughed, a deep, echoing belly laugh that brought tears to his eyes.

"Oh, the Ruler you will make someday," he said.

"Only there will be no Ruler if you have your way," I shot back. "Enough of the fuzzy wuzzy compliments. Time to go."

I didn't bother to wait for his reaction, instead spinning to Ram. "We're heading for your hiding spot," I said. Ram nodded quickly, though his glance over my shoulder at Henemordonin told me my grandfather wasn't so happy being ordered around.

General Sydlynn Didn't Give A Crap.