“He has already cultivated a Demonic Body. So, killing him is not an option,” Yegor said each word deliberately, “James, you’ve educated your brothers to embrace broad-mindedness and accommodate all. Why do you forget this when confronted with your own son?”
“Yeah,” Lady Herodias sighed lightly, “You’re the soul of the Solstice Alliance, a symbol of faith and divinity. Your reputation must not be tainted, let alone bear the stigma of killing your son. Otherwise, it’ll become a permanent blemish on you.”
“Master, hand him over to me. I’ll teach him well,” Rebella said hastily.
“We’ll help him as well,” Taran said in a deep voice, “Your Majesty, let’s leave it at that.”
“I agree.” Jurryt looked at James. “In fact, this kid should have been taught by King Marciais. After all, he’s under his sect. What’s he doing still hanging around in the Dark World?”
“Let’s seal the Demonic Body if we can’t kill it,” Xezal spoke up.
Everyone was surprised as soon as she said those words. Hetsema was James and Yemima’s child, also considered part of the Doom Race. Even if she did not plead, suggesting to seal him was tantamount to ruining him completely.
“I go along with her suggestion,” Xitlaly said.
“Darling.” Truett immediately glared at Xitlaly. “No one will mistake you for a mute if you don’t speak.”
“I’m doing this for James and all of our sake,” Xitlaly replied coldly. “One’s nature is hard to change. If he weren’t James’ son, how could we have kept him back then, and how could there have been subsequent troubles?
“Sealing him off and sparing his life is already giving him countless opportunities, all for James’ sake.”
Her words were resounding and persuasive, leaving everyone stunned.
Looking at the scene, Hetsema was left with only a heap of bones. A huge Soul Energy Ball flew into James’ hands.
“I was lax in disciplining you in the past.” James looked at the energy ball in his hand, saying each word deliberately, “From now on, I’ll be inseparable from you. You’ll never have a chance to turn the tables.”
His other hand flipped, instantly enveloping Hetsema’s Soul Energy Ball with a vast Marciais Power before retracting it immediately.
Then, he looked at the bones on the ground. “Ms. Herodias, I have a request.”
“Look at you, kid,” Lady Herodias sighed lightly. “Our lives are all in your hands. You can just give your orders.”
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