King Vellent had received professional training. Perhaps he felt that his words had been too grave just now, and that it was time to make a fuss or two on the strength of being a grandson. Maybe that would lighten the mood.
Besides, the Regent's slap just now had made it clear that the old man detested affected posturing. By contrast, if you openly admitted to having selfish motives and schemes, he might even think more highly of you.
Sure enough, this time, the Regent didn't smack him with another mighty backhand.
But he didn't get any other response, either.
The young Elector King cautiously raised his head, only to see the old Regent seated among a wall of colorful, fragrant roses. His expression still bore a hint of frivolous, teasing amusement, yet he remained as imposing as a statue.
"Come a little closer, child."
King Vellent immediately grew apprehensive again.
"Don't worry. I won't hit you this time. Repeatedly catching you off guard would be unsporting. Besides, the same trick won't work on a combat genius like you." The old Regent laughed brightly.
King Vellent still hesitated for several seconds before cautiously edging closer, while making sure to keep a "safe distance" of about a meter.
For a psionic, that distance obviously offered no protection at all, but sometimes, one's attitude still mattered.
"Your grandson is terrified. I knew that reporting this to you would displease you, but..."
"No, I'm not displeased. If anything, I feel relieved." The Regent shook his head.
King Vellent couldn't tell whether his old grandfather was putting on another act. But there wasn't the slightest trace of sharpness, agitation, anger, or any other emotion with warmth in it in his voice.
At that moment, his voice was as calm as a breeze moving through