Azazel couldn’t help but whistle as he watched the entire ordeal play out.

"Sigh, it seems Adam’s kids got their asses handed to them," Azazel mused aloud, not hiding his thoughts and emotions. He was simply the type of guy who made his thoughts known instead of wearing an expressionless face like everyone else.

"You know, I said I was confident you couldn’t give birth to trash or anything like that, but damn, your son is a menace," Azazel continued as his midnight-black eyes stayed on Asher. "The brutality, now that’s my style of doing things. Why talk? Just beat them up, hahahaha!!" he added as he was simply pleased.

Although he was just seeing Asher for the first time, he was already liking the boy more and more from that singular display of power and force.

"If my son was trash like everyone was saying, would you still allow us to be in-laws, or would you suddenly think he isn’t good enough for your Arianna anymore?" Azaron jokingly asked.

"Meh... by that logic, I shouldn’t have married my wife then," Azazel stated. "She wasn’t as talented or powerful as I was, but she had everything I wanted and more," he spoke, his voice almost turning nostalgic.

Till today, one of his greatest regrets was not following his wife the day she left the Velkarin Empire in order to return to the Zarethorne Empire. If he had followed her, if only he had, then he could have saved her. He could have sensed the danger, and he would have arrived within milliseconds. But no, he had stayed back in the Velkarin Empire.

Till today, this remained Azazel’s greatest guilt and regret.

But ifs, regrets, and onlys couldn’t change anything. They couldn’t bring back the dead, they couldn’t rewind time.

"Although Arianna doesn’t talk about love, men, or anything related to relationships in particular, I will be the happiest father in the world the day she brings a boy home," Azazel continued. "It doesn’t matter if he is the most untalented person in human history, it doesn’t matter if he is the ugliest person since the dawn of time. If she likes or loves him, I will approve of it on the spot, as long as he doesn’t break her heart," he added with a small smile on his face.

Azazel was a commoner. He had risen to this point without help or by swearing loyalty to any Noble family for resources and the like. As a commoner; he understood the grind. He understood what it was like to be looked down upon simply because he wasn’t Nobility. He hadn’t forgotten where he came from, and he hadn’t forgotten how he had climbed step by step just because he was now one of the strongest people in the world.

So he didn’t judge. He wouldn’t start enforcing some stupid standards about the sort of man his daughter had to bring home and who she was or wasn’t worthy of loving. If his daughter brought back a cripple or an unawakened person, Azazel would accept it.

He was a husband, and he was still very much in love with his dead wife. He had vowed not to touch another woman even in her absence. Yes, that meant centuries of blue balls, but his love simply ran that deep.

He simply wished the same for his daughter, the same love, but not the same destination, not the point where his love had ended. He wanted them to love together, grow together, and yes, the reality was that one of them would die first, as they both couldn’t die at the same time, but he wished that when that time came, it wouldn’t be under the same circumstances. One would be able to tell the other goodbye, shed farewell tears, and maybe even die peacefully in their bed out of old age.

So yes, he was ready to accept anyone.

He smiled as he thought of this, the perfect ending, the blissful closure.

But Azaron seemed not to notice any of this as he simply made another joke. "What if she is into women and doesn’t know how to tell you?"

Azazel, who had been feeling so open and happily thinking about his daughter not having to experience anything like he did, and wishing her the perfect ending, suddenly paused at Azaron’s statement as though he had just heard the worst possible thing anyone could ever say.

"Why do you gotta spoil the mood, man?" Azazel sighed as he turned to Azaron. "And if you need an answer, I don’t judge. Although it would take a bit of adjusting to, my daughter is still my daughter," he replied as his happy expression returned.

Azaron said nothing. He was simply joking around, something he did with no one but Zarek. He hadn’t expected Azazel to take the joke so seriously.

The next moment, Azazel smirked before replying, "What if your kid is into men and doesn’t know how to tell you?" A grin appeared on his face. Since Azaron could joke about his daughter, why couldn’t he joke back about his son?

Azaron stared at Asher before replying, "Then I will break his skull open and rearrange his brain," his tone flat as the man simply wasn’t joking.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Azazel bent forward, clutching his stomach with his huge arms as he laughed, not bothering with any fake Noble-like etiquette.

"I already saw that answer coming from a mile away," Azazel added between bouts of laughter as he simply couldn’t hold it back. The entire conversation was just too funny.

While he, Azazel, might be open-minded regarding his own daughter, Azaron clearly wasn’t when it came to his son.

Azaron stared at the laughing Azazel and said nothing. He simply shook his head. He couldn’t exactly say anything, as he was the one who had brought up that type of conversation in the first place, but it had only been intended as a harmless joke.

"Would you allow me to train your kid? I kinda love his brutality," Azazel spoke as he skillfully changed the topic.

"We Wargraves don’t take masters and all that. We grow on our own. Cindralis and Malrik fought because she was trying to force Asher to become her disciple," Azaron replied with a shake of his head.

If Azaron wanted anyone to train Asher, he would train the boy himself. Why give him away to another person?

Besides, the boy was growing perfectly well on his own, breaking records. Him being under someone’s tutelage might work against him instead and backfire, doing more harm than good.

"Well, at least I tried my luck," Azazel stated, ignoring the fact that Malrik and Cindralis had fought.

"And your luck has always been pitiful," Azaron followed up.

Azazel said nothing in reply, as his luck was indeed rotten. He didn’t like luck-based games because of this. But at least he had lucked out with Arianna, right?

"Also, who is the cute little kid on your son’s shoulder? She seems to have enjoyed the show despite the brutality," Azazel stated as his eyes followed Asher.

He had seen Asher protect her with Astra Energy while handling David and Hilton. If not, at the speed Asher was moving, Rachael would have been blown off his shoulders.

"Her name is Rachael. She is the sister of one of my son’s friends," Azaron replied.

"Well, since I can’t train your son, maybe I can train her since she has such a firm mindset at such a young age," Azazel stated.

Azaron shook his head as he replied, "You are just way too bored."

"Whatever," Azazel shrugged.

If Finch were here and knew Azazel’s identity, he would wonder if his Good Luck ability was rubbing off on his sister passively.

And with that, the upper floors began to speculate about Asher, the discussion moving from Asher and Hilton to Malrik and Cindralis clashing head-on.

Malrik fighting Cindralis further reminded them why they should stay away from that Asher kid or any of Malrik’s siblings in general.