Albert took a sip of cold tea, squinting slightly.
"Speaking of which, why did you suddenly ask me about Divine Status?"
The pronunciation of 'me' was heavily emphasized by Albert.
The brothers' eyes met.
One was aggressive, the other nonchalant.
Finally, Artor slowly spoke, "Albert."
"This is my duty and my responsibility."
Albert looked at his already taller younger brother with a smiling face, "Oh~ I understand, after all, The Undead did produce many dangerous figures."
"Ah, I will keep Allen and them in check."
Artor stood up, "Then I'm going back."
"That ring… If father were still around, he would probably give it to you." After saying this, Artor opened the study door.
Albert stood up as well and called out to him, "Artor."
Artor turned his head to look at his brother.
"Whether now or in the past, I will always be your elder brother."
Albert's hand fell on Artor's shoulder, his fingers slightly tightening, "Forever part of the Sacredragon Family."
