"Preposterous!" Cyrus banged his fists on the table. "This is ridiculous. How can a summoning grimoire for deities end up in the hands of a demoness? How did that happen?" He roared.
"Darius gave it to her."
"Of course, Darius gave it to her." Cyrus was speechless. His grandson had calculated all his steps and that was not limited to ensuring no one could summon him if they didn't know where to find him. Not only had he made them unable to access the grimoire, but he had also ensured she had a way of reaching out to him if she ever needed him. This meant, that even if they got Darius back to Itrusia and made him stay, she could summon him back to wherever she was.
"How smart. I don't know whether to be proud or mad at him." He shook his head.