The flickering firelight cast an eerie glow on his handsome yet firm face.
"Are you sure she carries the bloodline of the Sacred Beasts?"
He lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, his black eyes fixed on the painting that now only showed a cliff and the background.
The sacred beast stomped around on the carpet, its bell-like eyes looking at the man as he chirped softly, "You married her even though you are not sure!"
"Oh?" Liam Yancey with sharp ears raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice cooling, "She herself doesn't know, the elders of the Summer Family didn't tell her."
That did surprise him.
When he was five years old, Yancey first found out about the sacred beasts that protected his family.
On his birthday, his father, Blake Yancey, and his mother brought him into this secret room, and when the Sacred Beast in the painting transformed into a real beast, young as he was, he reacted with surprising calmness and maturity.
He watched the sacred beast, as his father explained-