บท 439: The Princes Gather

If the servants failed to notice Elia's intrusion, even in deep cultivation, it failed to escape Helmut's senses. His icy-blue eyes opened, cold and overbearing, to lock on Elia who lay against the door with a mischievous smirk.

Just like Heide, due to Yvonne's World Serpent blood, Helmut didn't inherit Konrad's snow-white hairs. Short black hairs combed back in a classic style adorned his head. But while at first, a feral beauty seemed to hide within his flawlessly chiseled face, it soon vanished beneath the oppressive mask of overbearingness that put off so many.

But in Elia the cold aggression within his brother's eyes couldn't produce more than a chuckle.

"Yo, big bro, long time no see. I missed your grumpy face."

Elia began and strode toward Helmut who didn't move an inch. As he reached him, his eyes lowered on his brother's plain white robe, unbefitting of his lofty status. Though unsurprised, Elia shook his head.