Drake flew with his children hand-in-hand.
Despite their initial outrage, they seemed to have calmed down and flew in the skies, embarrassedly for a few minutes before getting adjusted to it. Their father had always been like this, always responding to their aggression with an amused smile, and they got used to taking advantage of it.
Even now, he would look over at them with a faint smile if he were to catch their glances.
They didn't like it. Why wasn't he putting them in their places?
They wanted their father to be a hero like the Divine Emperor of Death, too. But they had never seen him do anything worthwhile other than hearing that he had once saved the Davis Family from encountering great danger by ascending to save the Divine Emperor of Death.
Even for his own family, he didn't use the name Drake but used Blackburn instead, as though he was ashamed of his own name.
