Odor's Price
Kyle opened his eyes, looked up at Velin, then lowered his head slightly and said, "My lord, I'm sorry."
Velin released Xuemya, walked over to Kyle, and extended his right hand. "No matter what you choose, I support you. To me, whether you possess Soul Intent, become Legendary, or even become Epic, your place in my heart will never change."
Hearing this, Kyle revealed a gentle smile and reached out to clasp the hand his lord had offered.
With a slight pull, Velin helped Kyle up from the ground, then used the momentum to give him a hug.
"I look forward to the day you and Lyanna hold your wedding!"
Hearing that, Kyle instantly recalled their old promise and replied with a smile, "My lord, I'll let you see it."
After parting from his lord, Kyle turned to Odor and said apologetically, "Master Odor, I'm sorry. I wasted the Primordial Time Potion you gave me."
"It's fine." Odor shook his head. "It was only a bottle of Primordial Time Potion. Give me some time, and I can make another."
"More importantly, the power you borrowed from the future was actually that terrifying. A Demon Prince ultimately fell by your hand."
"That was all His power, not mine. Though he was killed through my hands, I did not kill him personally."
"In the future, I hope to accomplish that myself."
"Hahaha." Odor laughed heartily. "I believe you can."
"Alright, it's time to go back. We haven't seen Teacher in so many days. He'll be worried."
Velin had wanted to say something, but upon hearing his uncle-in-law's words, he could only close his mouth. With a thought, he opened the Demiplane passage.
"My lord, I'll head out first."
"Go on."
After watching Kyle leave, Velin caught Cecilia as she flew