“He has already cultivated a Demonic Body. So, killing him is not an option,” Yegor said each word deliberately, “James, you’ve educated your brothers to embrace broad-mindedness and accommodate all. Why do you forget this when confronted with your own son?”

“Yeah,” Lady Herodias sighed lightly, “You’re the soul of the Solstice Alliance, a symbol of faith and divinity. Your reputation must not be tainted, let alone bear the stigma of killing your son. Otherwise, it’ll become a permanent blemish on you.”

“Master, hand him over to me. I’ll teach him well,” Rebella said hastily.

“We’ll help him as well,” Taran said in a deep voice, “Your Majesty, let’s leave it at that.”

“I agree.” Jurryt looked at James. “In fact, this kid should have been taught by King Marciais. After all, he’s under his sect. What’s he doing still hanging around in the Dark World?”

“Let’s seal the Demonic Body if we can’t kill it,” Xezal spoke up.

Everyone was surprised as soon as she said those words. Hetsema w