Chapitre 827: Slow Progress

'That's not like him..' Bahamut frowned a little. Something was odd about his father's behaviour. And, no matter how hard he tried to make sense of it, he couldn't.

'I will have to get to the end of it..' Bahamut muttered inwardly and waited in the mansion for his father's return. Not that he could go out. After all, he didn't have the liberty to roam around.

When his father returned, Bahamut immediately played his most amazing card.

A crying child...

This was the best way to get his father to show his true intent.

Bahamut was good at reading people. There was no doubt about it. Besides, when interacting with a child, one would have his guard down. Especially. If he was your own child.

"..Dad..sob! …is brother …fine..is he coming back? Sob!!..:" Bahamut balled his eyes out as he hugged his father.

"Don't worry..Felix..your brother is fine. I will find him soon, and bring him back to you.." Fergus smiled as he rubbed his son's head and calmed him down.