Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1222

Chapter 1222: Deadpan

Sylas could feel Ansla freeze when she heard the voice. Despite how misty-eyed she had grown, all such lustful thoughts flew from her mind the moment it landed. It was like this voice carried its own magnetic power, one stronger than what Sylas was currently displaying by several orders of magnitude.

With a slight shift of his gaze, Sylas turned to the table. freewebnσvel.cѳm

He had heard the conversation between Ebison and his sister Whey. No one here was hiding their voices; it was only a matter of if you could pick out what was happening in all of the chaos.

For Sylas, a Rune Master with such delicate and expert control over the world around him, this came naturally to him. Something like filtering noise was far easier than controlling the ground to become its own personal treadmill for him.

The difficulty was in the fact there were only Demon Runes around. But with Sylas’ talent, he had simply been in this world for too long for something like this to stifle him.

He could guess that this was likely the Duchess. In fact, the reason he had spoken out before to begin with was to get someone to accuse him of claiming that he could gain even the Duchess’ favor. Then he would work from there.

What he didn’t expect was for the woman herself to step out.

However, surprise was one thing. With his thinking speed and his Contested Title, Sylas’ ability to adapt to new information wasn’t something even most E-Grades could fathom.

So, still holding Ansla’s waist, he looked toward the cloaked woman before looking back toward Ansla.

"What do you think?" Sylas asked Ansla. "Would you allow me to show her?"

Ansla choked on air. A part of her felt like she was floating on a cloud, and the weight of Sylas’ previous words felt even heavier now. Asking her whether he should entertain the Duchess or not was elevating her to the pedestal she would always want her man to place her on.

However, fantasies were one thing. Real life was a completely different matter.

This question was dangerous. So dangerous the silence in the room somehow became heavier.

Ansla found herself on the spot, growing more flustered as her breathing became heavy.

Surprisingly, it was the Duchess who spoke again.

"It seems that I’ve stepped into the middle of quite a love story. My apologies, I should have known after all I’ve heard about Young Miss Ansla that she wouldn’t choose a man so lightly."

Sylas didn’t look toward the Duchess although she was speaking, his gaze still on Ansla as he waited. It seemed that the only words he wanted to hear right now were hers.

Luckily, the Duchess’ words snapped Ansla awake and she took a breath. All things considered, her composure won out and she slowly pressed a hand against Sylas’ chest, straightening herself and making a small bit of distance.

"Of course. Of course." Ansla looked toward the Duchess, smiled lightly, and then curtsied elegantly. "It would be my honor."

She didn’t elaborate on what she meant by this, or what exactly would be her honor. Sometimes, speaking fewer words made more sense.

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