"You sure have grown a lot, Arthur."
Arthur dipped his head respectfully. "Then I suppose Aunt has been teaching me well."
In an instant, a blue light enveloped Arthur and his family as they vanished into Amara's throne room.
She glanced at Alicia with scornful eyes, then looked back at Arthur. "It seems you've awakened."
This time, Arthur neither lowered his gaze nor spoke in a polite tone. "Aunt Amara, did you just glare at my mother like that?"
The room, filled with various people—not just female demonic humans, but dragons, demons, humans, dwarves, and elves—gasped.
The black-haired dragon now standing beside Amara stepped forward. "How dare you use such crude tone in front of the Queen?"
Arthur looked at him calmly. "And who might you be?"
The man opened his mouth to respond, but Arthur continued. "If I recall correctly, I'm the only male in the demonic dragon clan, am I not?"
No one spoke, so he went on.
