Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1230

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Chapter 1230: Legend

This wasn’t what Sylas cared about, not in the slightest. The idea that he would need help to get revenge against her father, or even that he had spared the man more than a fleeting thought since what occurred, was little more than a joke.

Sylas wasn’t someone who got angry very easily, and when he did get angry, it was usually because of confounding events that took place over quite a long period of time.

That was all to say that if he was going to get angry, it needed to be something that was actually worth his energy, and a petty man "protecting" his daughter wasn’t anywhere near Sylas’ list of priorities.

To Sylas, to be angry at someone required him to think that they were on the same level as he was. Even when he killed Lucius, it was more about wiping the smugness off the Grimblade family, and the weight of a Silver Demerit, than the man himself.

Others might think that Sylas was nursing a grudge against the Duchess’ father, but in action...?

Sylas hadn’t spared him a thought since he left the dining hall. In fact, to Sylas, the man was little more than a pawn—a pawn that would bring his daughter right to his door.

In the days that he had been here, Sylas had come to understand quite a bit about the nature of Demons and how they worked. Family ties, loyalty, and the various structures that upheld the societies Sylas was familiar with didn’t work as usual here.

It was why he didn’t hesitate to kill someone who likely had close blood ties to Ansla, and it was why he knew the Duchess would choose her attraction to him over any loyalty she felt for her father.

Of course, that also meant that if a better Sylas came around, the Duchess wouldn’t care to remain loyal to Sylas either.

But that was also why the Duchess had mentioned Ansla.

In the world Sylas was used to, Ansla wasn’t here because she was loyal to her family and father and didn’t want to see them suffer.

In this world, however, she wasn’t here because she didn’t want to ruin her own bottom line and felt that Sylas was more of a danger than an asset to her.

What the Duchess didn’t know was that Ansla believed that Sylas was of a Race no weaker than the Sanguara. So the calculations she was making were actually far more delicate than the woman before Sylas now knew.

But what mattered the most was... this was exactly the outcome Sylas was waiting for.

So he stood there, crossing his arms across his chest as though he wasn’t basically naked. The Duchess herself didn’t seem to notice either, her gaze still trying to read his own.

"Good," she finally said. "Have you heard of the golden pillar? Do you know of the legends?"

"What legend?"

"I didn’t expect you to know. It’s mostly a guarded secret, one that only my Sanguara Race knows the full extent of, but we’ve allowed some of the others to catch small tidbits."