"Mind telling me why the future leader of my clan is acting like a spoiled arrogant brat in my alma matter?"
"Well…"
Azzy was prepared to face the rune magic with Lux, the sword of radiance with the power to break any kind of power that isn't primordial.
As for Ziz, it is on the same level as Fenrir and not a problem for him either, now that he doesn't need to hide his powers.
The rest don't matter.
Little did he expect to meet his ancestor, the clan head, of all the opponents he could think of.
Who could have known that this nine thousand-year-old geezer was once a member of Tower of Abel…
Azzy tried to reason with him for once, not intending to act against his own great-great-grandpa, "Your Majesty, I believe our clansmen here, Gideon Crescent, is facing unjust punishment from the Tower Master. As his friend, it is my duty to protect him. Moreover, not only…"