"Gild Tesoro!"
Shaya looked at the still somewhat youthful "Golden Emperor" before him, who was kneeling on one knee with an utterly fanatical expression, and coldly spoke his name.
"Shaya Saint, at your command!"
The moment Tesoro heard Shaya call his name, he immediately assumed a solemn, reverent expression. He seemed to regard every word Shaya said as a divine decree, displaying absolute obedience.
"You said you were willing to spend the rest of your life singing for me?"
Shaya looked at Tesoro and asked.
"Yes! You are one of only two people in the entire world who acknowledged my singing! And the only person in the world who extended a hand to me in my despair. You granted Gild Tesoro a brand-new life..."
Tesoro knelt devoutly before Shaya and spoke with a solemn expression.
"Very good!"
Shaya finally revealed a satisfied smile as he looked at Tesoro, who revered him as though he were a god.
"Tesoro, if you only intend to be an idle man, then the Figarland family can certainly afford to keep you! But if you wish to follow by my side for the rest of your life, then that depends on whether you have the strength for it! Figarland Shaya has never had any need for useless people. Perhaps you have merely gone from one hell to another..."
Shaya said softly as he looked at Tesoro.
"Shaya Saint, Tesoro will never regret the decision he has made!"
Tesoro remained kneeling on one knee before Shaya.
But as Tesoro spoke, his eyes were filled with determination and gravity!
Tesoro recalled his nineteen years of life. Whether it was turning over a new leaf from being a petty thief for Stella's sake, working honestly and saving money bit by bit through labor, or confronting the Celestial Dragons