Lucia quickly drifted off to sleep in Gigue's arms, but for certain reasons, Gigue could not sleep at all.
His body had long surpassed that of an ordinary person. Even after staying awake all night, he still woke up full of energy the next morning without feeling the slightest fatigue.
After Lucia helped him change and he finished breakfast, Garling did not appear. Gigue figured that what he had said last night had hit Uncle Garling quite hard, and he might not have recovered from it yet.
However, before Gigue could even digest his breakfast, Carlos came running into the dining hall with a message.
"Saint Gigue, the Family Head requests that you go to the training room immediately."
"Mm, I understand."
Gigue did not bring Lucia with him and headed alone to yesterday's training room.
Inside, Garling stood with his back to the door, dressed in a black martial arts robe and holding a wooden sword.
The moment Gigue stepped inside, he felt a fierce sword aura rushing toward him. Demonic Sword: Muramasa seemed to sense the danger and instantly appeared in his hand.
Before Gigue could even offer a greeting, Garling turned and slashed out a sword aura. Gigue's pupils contracted as he instinctively raised his blade to block.
Clang!
Garling had not even used projected Armament Haki in that slash. Put plainly, it had been an ordinary swing, yet it sent Gigue flying back several meters.
That was with Demonic Sword: Muramasa absorbing most of the impact for him.
Gigue's right hand trembled slightly as he gripped his sword, his expression grave. This was the first time he had personally experienced Garling's terrifying strength. The title of "king" was truly well deserved.
Compared to Garling's sword aura, Gion's attacks did not even qualify as a scratch.
Garling's