The Demon Sage didn't seem to notice Dyon's odd change as he sighed, looking on at his daughter's lovely appearance.
She lay floating in the air, tilted ever so slightly toward them. Despite being in a deep sleep, her expression carried a dignified and slightly off-putting aura, one only possible by a ruler of many men and an Empress of a land.
Her hair was long, cascading with beautiful shimmer of red rubies and flickering golds. At the same time, her body was dressed in a soft white gown, exposing her small and delicate white feet and her slender and alluring shoulders.
Her features were the pinnacle of perfection, not a single blemish could be found on her face. This was the first woman Dyon had ever seen to match Evangeline in beauty and it made his heart almost stop pumping entirely.
It wasn't until more than half an hour passed that the Demon Sage awoke from his own thoughts and looked toward Dyon with a disgusted impression. His lips curled and his eyes squinted with disdain. It was one thing for him as a father to gaze at his daughter lovingly, but what was with this successor of his? Was he really so weak to beauties?
'He must not be used to seeing beauties who have grown through the celestial and dao formation realm.' The Demon Sage snorted to himself. 'Wait until he sees his first half-step transcendent lady, wouldn't that small c.o.c.k of his explode?'
The Demon Sage wasn't entirely wrong. Dyon had never seen a half-step transcendent beauty. Before Evangeline could reveal her true appearance, Dyon had passed out.
That said, it wasn't entirely his fault. He had a planet grade aphrodisiac thrumming through his veins. What kind of man could handle such stimulus?
It was only then that the Demon Sage remembered just how difficult it was for him to control his l.u.s.t in his youth. Back then, could he have spent 25 years without tasting a woman? Absolutely not. He might have been able to go three days at most… In fact, part of what made the demon sage tower so convenient was that he could take his women with him when he went of to train in dangerous environments.
Only someone who had been through it could truly understand how much l.u.s.t a demonic path cultivator feels on the day to day basis. It was just that it had been so long since the Demon Sage even had a body to copulate with that he forgot.
Thinking to this point, the Demon Sage couldn't help but be impressed with Dyon. Last for so long with a woman… He could never do that. This didn't even mention the fact that Dyon was on the more demanding titan path and it wasn't 25 years he spent without a woman, but rather, 78.
"Kid, wake up!" The Demon Sage finally couldn't wait for Dyon to snap out of it on his own. "It's impossible for me to promise my daughter to you even if you're my successor, so it's best you forget about it. I'm sure there are plenty of women out there who would throw themselves at you considering you look like a flower boy."
Dyon's eyes dimmed, not seeming to hear the Demon Sage at all.
"You said…" He mumbled, almost as though he was speaking to himself, "You said you caused the death of the man she loved?..."
"Ah," The Demon Sage almost didn't know how to answer. How did they go from bickering back and forth to him suddenly having to deal with a broken-hearted teenager? What the hell was going on?
The Demon Sage suddenly felt kind of bad for some inexplicable reason. He didn't understand why, but the pain in Dyon's eyes seemed too real for him to ignore. Although he hated Dyon before, these years… He had grown on him.
"Listen brat, you're my successor!" The Demon Sage tried his hand at making Dyon feel better. "How could you become like this over a woman you don't even know?"
The Demon Sage coughed awkwardly. He had never experienced "love" in his life. Even this youngest daughter's mother was simply a woman he liked the look of. Sure, his harem was filled with women who loved him, but he had never felt that way toward them.
He would protect and go to war for them, yes. But love? He had never felt that emotion except toward his children.
A man like this understood even less about the way Dyon was feeling that even Dyon did.
Over the past hour, they had just stood there. Dyon had been trying to convince himself that the way he was feeling was ridiculous. That so what if she had loved someone else? She was still his, she would still be his, she had to still be his… No?
Yet, no matter what he said to himself, it felt cheap… cheap and empty. As though they were fleeting words that meant nothing in the face of the current situation.
"Can you tell me about it?..." Dyon said softly.
"Tell you about it?"
"Tell me about the man she loved…"