"What is it?"
Kaos frowned as he looked at the panicked guard.
The Silver High-Tier Warrior came before Kaos, dropped to one knee, and reported, "General, a merchant has reported that Young Master Kaban was captured by a group suspected to be Cultists more than thirty kilometers north of the royal capital."
The middle-aged man seated opposite Kaos looked surprised. "Have Cultists become this brazen now?"
Kaos, who had been about to rise and capture those Cultists, suddenly calmed down upon hearing that.
Remembering his grandson's usual behavior, that brat had probably been rude first.
Still, regardless of who was right or wrong, he had to deal with this as soon as possible.
"Cyprian, sit here for a while. I'll be back shortly," Kaos said as he rose and turned to his friend.
Seeing this, Cyprian stood as well. "In that case, I'll go with you."
"Thank you."
After thanking him, Kaos left the Royal Capital City Defense Command Department and flew north.
Cyprian followed close behind, flying alongside Kaos. At the same time, he was curious about who would dare openly oppose the City Defense Army.
If it was some important figure, Kaos would definitely have to pay dearly.
In just a few minutes, the two arrived at their destination.
From the air, Kaos saw his grandson gravely injured and on the verge of death, and anger surged in his heart.
On the driver's seat of the carriage, Kyle sensed the hostility. He glanced up and saw two Soul Intent Mid-Tier Knights. One of them bore blue iris petals on his armor, marking him unmistakably as a member of the Royal Capital City Defense Army.
After descending from the sky, Kaos did his best to suppress his anger. Looking at the blond young man whose aura was unfathomable, he