"But he is already dead..."
A figure struggled out from the wall and then fell to the ground.
He slowly lifted his head, revealing a handsome and discontented face.
"Remember, Patrick, some secrets must be buried deep in your heart forever, not to be known by anyone. You are Emil's son, and I am your uncle."
"Even if he is dead, that fact won't change." Ares slowly walked over to Patrick, reaching out to gently pat his shoulder.
Patrick's body trembled slightly. He raised his head to look straight at the man who, by blood, was his father.
"I thought someday I could call you that publicly."
"Perhaps that day will come, but not now."
"My child, I know Emil didn't like you because your identity bore many accusations, but that is not your fault."
"I will help you regain your rightful position."
Ares helped Patrick up.
"That day isn't far off. Once I can inherit Emil's position and become one of the Dragon Envoys, I will have the power to change the throne's successor."
