More importantly, his long lifespan gave him the privilege to enjoy all of this slowly.
Power and women!
He had anticipated this day for too long, so much so that Patrick could hardly control his turbulent emotions.
"Calm down, you are not the Dragon King yet."
Ares snorted softly.
"Rest assured, Father, I will remain restrained."
Seeing Patrick regain his composure, Ares nodded approvingly.
"Do not be disheartened, in fact, you are better than Kenneth."
"Remember, you are my son, my only son!"
"And Kenneth!" A fleeting grimace crossed his face, as Ares said coldly, "He is nothing but a bastard born of that filthy woman and Emil's union!"
"My son, you are to become king, then slowly grow to one day replace me; perhaps you may achieve an honor that the Silver Dragon Clan has never had..."
"To unite the Dragon Saint with the crown!"
