Ares Came Clean

With Roland's consent, Alix could no longer sit still. After chatting briefly, he found an excuse and left first.

Once he was gone, only Roland and his son Ares remained in the study, staring at each other.

Looking at his second son, who had grown increasingly taciturn with age, Roland wanted to be a little more cordial and casually asked:

"Ares, have you encountered any problems in your cultivation recently?"

"No!"

"Are you lacking any resources?"

"No!"

"Any confusion regarding the affairs under your charge?"

"No!"

"..."

Do you even know how to hold a conversation? Roland glared.

It was only because Ares was his own son. Otherwise, with that manner of conversation, Roland would have punched him.

"Since there's nothing, what did you come here for today?" Roland snorted irritably.

"Father, my godfather sought me out privately some time ago." Ares suddenly raised his head, his eyes betraying a hint of nervousness.

Roland's brows immediately furrowed. As Ares's godfather, it was not unusual for Augustin to seek him out in private, but it should not have made Ares look like this.

"Go on!"

"My godfather wanted me to... I..."

Ares's voice began to tremble. Only after a moment did he gather the courage to say it all.

"He wanted me to compete with Caesar for the throne."

Roland's expression instantly darkened. The majesty of one long in power erupted at once and descended heavily upon Ares.

In that instant, Ares felt as though he were being watched by a god. Even his Saint Realm strength offered him no sense of safety. An icy chill seeped from within his body and nearly froze his thoughts.

But the sensation came quickly and vanished just as quickly. The next moment, everything returned to normal, and Roland's voice sounded again in the room,