Wen was Rory's follower. He could remain by her side openly and without question.
Vangar was Rory's official match, so his presence was justified as well.
Only Paros had no title. No place.
Even though Terry had called him Daddy for so long… even though he had long since regarded that soft little fruit as his own child…
In the end, he was still nothing. He had no right to compete with Vincent and Yuel.
Paros knew his request was excessive. In truth, he had already prepared himself to be rejected by Rory. But even so… he still wanted to cling to a tiny sliver of hope and try.
As he looked at Rory, nervous sweat dampened his palms.
Rory watched his anxious, cautious expression and hesitated briefly.
Then she nodded. "If you want to come, then come."
The moment he heard her answer, Paros's eyes widened in disbelief. For a second, he genuinely wondered if he had misheard her.
"Sister… I… I really can?"
