A wave of fervent cheers and applause erupted from the stands. Azazel and Raven, beside James, leaped to their feet and waved vigorously at their son. They even briefly forgot their displeasure with each other and embraced.
Though it was only a victory of little significance, parents often rejoiced over even the smallest success of their children.
James smiled and clapped softly. The corner of his mouth curled up as he turned his head and said quietly, "You intervened."
Erik Lehnsherr grinned, laughing heartily as he cheered for Kurt. Lowering his head, he quietly answered the question that was hardly a question at all. "I just slowed the kid down a little. Without me, he might've stayed dizzy for longer, but nothing serious should've happened. That physique really is terrifying."
Seeing the satisfied look on James's face, he straightened the hem of his finely tailored leather jacket and hesitated before saying, "Dad, I heard that girl's younger sister has begun showing her talent too. Strange, but impressive. Their mother is still being held by you—haven't you given that any thought?"
"Heh, you care? If you cared, why would you protect little Peter?"
James raised a brow and glanced at Erik. The two exchanged a look and smiled.
After pondering for a while, James suddenly patted Erik's knee again, his eyes full of trust. This adopted son whom he had watched grow up was truly a man with vision and a grasp of the bigger picture.
"One day, if I can no longer look after this world and this family, they'll have to rely on you."
Erik froze for a moment, then smiled with a hint of fluster. "What are you saying? I may be younger than you, but to say something unlucky... heh heh heh. No matter how you calculate