Chapter 665 Sneaky

Chapter 665 Sneaky

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Wolfe noticed that the three bodyguards had been pulled to the sides of the room, and that nobody else he knew was near him, all distracted by someone among the Nobles, a situation that seemed strangely suspicious to him. Most of them didn't know anyone else here either, and they weren't together.

Then he felt the surge of mana through the [Kind Intentions] spell as a passing Nobleman bumped into him and his armour spell flared with energy.

The Demon Froze, restrained by the spell, and Wolfe turned to face him.

"So, that's how it is. Let me guess, it will look bad for the Queen if her guest is injured, and you think your people can take her on in the chaos." Wolfe whispered, while the Demon glared at him, unable to finish the attack that had been stopped a centimetre from Wolfe's body.

The flare of magic from the statues caught all the Nobles' attention, and the restrained Demon was incredibly suspicious.

Then he turned to run, making it out the door and down the hallway with the Palace Guards right behind him.

Risa and the twins came running over and checked Wolfe for injuries.

"How did he manage to get so far? I felt your armour spell flare." Risa demanded as she turned Wolfe back and forth to check him for injuries.

"He is Rank Eight, and he didn't intend to harm me with his actions until the last moment. The spell takes an instant to restrain someone like him, so the Nobles should likely still be careful of someone that powerful, but he was forced to stop before he could damage my outfit."

"Sometimes it's just too tempting not to. She was right at the verge of Rank Two, so all it took was a little extra mana to push her over the brink." Wolfe agreed.

"Why the fuck is my daughter not getting a free advancement, then?" Someone yelled, having overheard Wolfe's conversation.

"Well, where is she, send her to Patriarch Wolfe, and I'll help her out." Wolfe shot back.

The way he said the word 'Patriarch' made the Succubi in the room burst into laughter, and the man who had been shouting blush.

It didn't stop him though, and the man ran out of the room to go get his child, who must have been somewhere nearby.

"So, it's a daughter's exclusive option?" One of the Wrathbringers, a crimson demon nearly five metres in height, asked.

"No, it works on men as well, but differently. But Wrathbringers don't usually need it, since you break the bottlenecks as you mature, and doing the process before the body is grown enough is dangerous for the recipient."

The demon sighed and Wolfe smiled at him.

"You were imagining a Rank Three Toddler, weren't you?" He asked.

"It would be glorious. The chaos, the wrath, the tiny flying creature. You know, we rely on magical power to fly, so we can't actually do it until we've ranked up at least once." The Wrathbringer agreed.

Given their adult size, their children likely weren't all that tiny, but the image was still amusing.

"Well, perhaps there are other small creatures that could be made to fly without throwing them." Wolfe shrugged.