"Master, Lord Connor de Kurtz and Lord Magnus have returned, and they brought back ten Abyssal dracobeasts." While Solam and Vulkan were enjoying a warm moment together, Angron entered from outside and whispered cautiously to Solam.
Solam raised his head, a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. His son was so capable—couldn't a father smile about that?
"Rise, my sixth son, Angron the World Eater. You are no longer one of those demons. You are already my son. Angron, you are Angron the World Eater. You should call me Father."
That was right—Solam had happily become a father once again, +1.
And this time, it was Angron! This was the first time Solam had transformed a demon into one of the Sons of Solam.
It was also glory that Angron deserved.
Solam's view of demons had never really changed. He had always believed that all demons deserved to die. But when it came to Angron, Solam simply could not remain so indifferent. No matter what, Solam's heart was made of flesh. Angron had loyally and diligently served him for so many years, always at his side, including during the days of Kardum. He had perfectly embodied what loyalty meant. No matter whether he was willing or not, every task Solam assigned was carried out with his utmost effort, without the slightest hint of slackness.
Solam truly did not know how to reward a subordinate like that. In the end, he bestowed upon Angron what he considered the greatest honor he could offer: remaking him and turning him into a glorious Son of Solam. His opinion of himself really was a little too high!
At first, Angron had been completely at a loss when faced with such a reward. He had not known how to respond to Solam's