It took quite a while for Seongjin to be released from Logan’s embrace. The reason being that this guy just couldn’t calm down.
“…Hey, are you crying?”
“What kind of ridiculous nonsense. No, I’m not.”
Creak.
Yet, he still wouldn’t lift his face and kept Seongjin in a relentless headlock, making it unbearable.
Finally, unable to endure it any longer, Seongjin said, “Hey, my neck’s dislocating right now,” only for Logan to start silently channeling divine power while twisting his neck even harder!
Truly like father, like son; their antics were identical.
“How did you know? Did you just meet Father?”
Crack.
Finally freeing his neck and rolling it around, Seongjin asked. He’d been bothered by what the Holy Emperor had said before leaving.
—Since I’m here, there’s a place I need to check on briefly.
It seemed like he was referring to this guy.
“Yeah.”
Logan, finally calming down, lowered his head and replied.
“I see. You already knew. Well, of course.”
He looked so uncharacteristically dejected and pitiful that Seongjin didn’t feel like griping about his twisted neck anymore.
Still, watching his red, swollen eyes return to normal in an instant made it clear just how incredible Logan’s divine power was.
‘That’s something I’m pretty jealous of. With an ability like that, I could…