Still, his expression hardened. "Do you not even know how to respect your elders?"
Ivy ignored his anger and spoke calmly.
"I have not latched onto Silas because of his power. I am with him because I want him to live a good life. Not once have I thought about clinging to him for protection. You can be assured of that."
General Dante frowned, then let out another sharp laugh.
"Shameless. Truly shameless. Do you forget so easily? Your parents stole my son's supplies. Yet here you stand, as if nothing is wrong."
Ivy's lips curved into a small, cold smile. "Those supplies… I already returned them."
"What?" General Dante's eyes widened.
He turned sharply toward Silas, who gave a calm nod. "It is true. You can check the rations in my apartment yourself."
General Dante's chest rose and fell heavily. He did not even need to send someone to check. He knew his son never lied.
If Silas said so, then it was true. Still, his pride would not let him bend. His fist clenched tightly.
