Dyon's jaw steeled. The Demon Sage couldn't help but look toward him with pity.
He shook his head, sighing. 'My daughter's charms are simply too much. Of course, she gets it from her father. Such a valiant spirit in a woman! Who else but my seed could accomplish such a thing? It's no wonder he's smitten.'
The Demon Sage nodded to him, a deep pride welling up inside of him. He was apparently very certain that it was his genes and not Amphorae's upbringing that made her like this. For that matter, could he even name the characteristics of Amphorae's mother? Could he even remember her name? He's simply terrible. Yet another case of a father taking credit for a mother's work.
Seeing Amphorae's eyes flutter, Dyon had half a mind to simply walk out. Wasn't it better for her to not face him at all? If her memories awakened the moment she saw him like Luna promised, wouldn't she be racked with guilt? Dyon didn't want her to have to go through that.