King Eros's father

King Eros stood in front of the man that he knew could help them.

He knew what he had to say to him and how to ask for help, but even after that, for some reason, he wasn't able to utter a word as he was faced with one man that he said goodbye to around 35 years ago.

It was such a long time but looked like nothing less than an hour since they last met.

It was funny how time was said to have healed all the wounds, but it could never dissipate the awkwardness. It only continued to grow.

The subordinates of the man looked at their leader, who wasn't saying anything and just looking at this so-called King of the Dark Witches.

For a person who cherished every minute with as much importance as a diamond stone for a middle-class man, they were surely amazed to see him sitting idly and saying nothing.

After some time, King Eros scoffed at himself when the man didn't say anything.

What did he really expect from him?