"You've already told me this a thousand times… and I'll train when I want to. I want to hone this one skill that seems extremely useful compared to my throne world, which always ends in me losing or wasting tons of mana… I need to learn to fight efficiently as opposed to powerfully,"
"Wise words from a greenhorn," He snarled, and just like that, the rest of the dinner was awkward, with the only other person there: Arachne attempting to synthesize some kind of conversation.
She started off with a few questions that immediately died off, but then eventually asked one big one.
"If you don't mind me asking… where is your son's god mark? Isn't he supposed to be a demi-god no matter his evolution or class?"
I then looked at Ares, who sat across the table, twirling his fork in hand.
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