The First.

Dyon turned his gaze to Femi's hulking body. The man was truly too big. Although he was five meters tall, he seemed just about as wide.

Then, he turned to Madeleine and Ri, completely unperturbed by having his back facing King Aumen.

"You two want to watch a show? You must be tired." A sad look appeared on Dyon's face as he stroked the cheeks of his wives. He could have saved them much earlier than he did, but he knew they could hold out to the final moment. Only then would it be clear just who between the four of them was the best. In the end, it was without a doubt his wives.

Ri and Madeleine looked to Dyon. They could only see concern in his eyes. It was almost as though he hadn't just been threatened by the head of a Royal God Clan.