"See? That's the difference between self-made wealth and trust-fund brats!"
"You all need to hurry up and produce some talented heirs. While your Bro is still young and far from slumber, I can impart some wisdom."
"My hands are itching. The heart of a teacher is stirring. I'm in the mood to take on an apprentice."
Leonidas cast a teasing look at Isabella. He laughed heartily only when a hint of embarrassment finally crept onto her face, smoothing over the tension.
"Bro, are you serious?"
Makareth never missed an opening. He refilled Leonidas's glass, carefully probing. "Because I actually have an heir."
"How's his talent?" Leonidas downed his drink, gesturing for another pour.
"I'm no demigod yet, so his bloodline can't compare to Orion's boy. But my son was born of an Arch Lord Trueborn Demon. He was born a Trueborn Demon himself."
