Book 3: Chapter 57: Puppy Dog

Book 3: Chapter 57: Puppy Dog

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I spend the entirety the next night simply hunting Class III demons until I finally get enough hearts to use as Catalysts, following which I head straight back to the castle and meet with Gramps, who once again ditches his meeting to join me. Something I get the feeling Im going to hear complaints about at some point in time if he keeps on doing it.

But for now Ill ignore it. Especially considering the fact that it should actually help Earth if his plans are delayed.

Thats certainly one way to do things, Tar comments with a chuckle. But then he asks, So why are you starting to think of him as Gramps instead of Grandpa?

I blink as I enter my room where Gramps is.

Honestly not sure. It just feels like it suits him more now that Ive gotten to know him a little better.

I wonder what hell think if he hears you calling him that, Tar says with a smirk as he purposefully floats next to me instead of on me, likely due to not wanting to be sent flying. Something that will probably happen if Gramps sees him sitting on me.This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

That was fast, Gramps says with a proud smile on his face before snapping his fingers and saying, now bring them here.

Then a pile of hearts appears next to him from the bodyguards whove been gathering them up for me after I killed each demon.

Gramps holds both of his hands out to the pile of hearts before a blood domain covers them and he lifts them into the air while saying, This isnt exactly the normal way to do this, but we dont have the time to do things the normal way. So Ill just speed things up.

The hearts separate into two different groups, each with fifty hearts, before they all begin spinning and merging into each other. Then a crimson glow shines out, followed shortly by a short shockwave.

And not even half a minute later I find myself staring at two glowing red orbs as he moves them over to me.

And here are your Catalysts! he exclaims with a proud nod of his head, almost like hes searching for some sort of praise from me. Kind of like a puppy.

Tar actually coughs at that before muttering, Of course shed ask something like that but when I raise a brow he clears his throat and says, Well, hes not normally like that. You should be able to tell just from how your mother is afraid of him.

I cant help but feel skeptical about that, but I guess he is still the Demon King who strikes terror into the hearts of all humans

He acts completely differently around you as opposed to everyone else, Tar says, trying to convince me. Its the same with most blood lycans actually.

I find it hard to believe that most blood lycans basically turn into excited puppies when theyre around their children or grandchildren. After all, Leonidas isnt like that. Except when he was waiting for me to wake up.

Tar doesnt say anything this time, seemingly not having anything to retort with.

Yeah, thought so.

Although I can understand that hes different around others. After all, a reputation has to come from somewhere.

Yeah! Tar exclaims like a person latching onto a lifeline, making me chuckle for a second before I stretch a little and begin turning around to leave my room.

Are you planning to head to the baths and ascend, Your Highness? one of the guards appears and asks, and I nod my head without a word as I continue walking. Then we will inform the staff to avoid that area.

I nod my head in appreciation, only to pause and add before he leaves, Also, could you inform Leonidas that if he hears any screaming coming from the baths, or rather, any screaming louder than he was likely already expecting due to the ascension, then ignore it. Ive been told that my ascensions are more painful than most peoples.

The guard winces at that and says, My condolences, and I will do as you say at once, Your Highness.

He then vanishes in an instant, following which I begin heading towards the baths that I went to before.

This is not going to be pleasant.

But at least I dont have to deal with the stench this time.