Marcellus watched as Javier grinned in excitement, his fists and feet colliding with Aria in a flurry of attacks. Even though his little brother was clearly enjoying himself, it was obvious that Aria was merely toying with him.
Marcellus turned to his father. "Esteemed Father… may I ask something?"
Garius lazily swirled his wine in his glass. "Oh? You're interested in something?"
Marcellus nodded, his sharp gaze not leaving the battle. "How many people know about her?"
Garius exhaled. "In the Armand Region? Only a few. Me, your mother, your stepmothers—Garcinia, Phenelopie, Eridith. Alf, Erinette, Hesbeirn, and the special units stationed around this hill."
Marcellus frowned. "I'm sorry, Esteemed Father… but what do you mean by 'in the Armand Region'? Does that mean someone outside our territory also knows about her?"
Garius went silent for a moment.
Then, with a smirk, he answered.
"The Elven Queen, the Beastkin King, and the Demon King.
