Eriv's brow twitched uncontrollably, and he hurriedly grabbed Azeryan, realizing in shock that he'd never noticed how this seemingly gentle and refined young man could be so impulsively stubborn.
"Leave quickly, he is not entirely your father right now. Go back, find Leon, and devise a long-term plan!"
Unexpectedly, Azeryan continued to stare at his father, stubbornly shaking off the Count's hand.
"Lord Eriv, only my voice can awaken my father's consciousness. Let me try again!"
Azeryan was by no means acting on impulse; this confrontation with his father was a decision he had made after much deliberation.
Repeated encounters made him realize that only he could awaken his father's reason.
Now that Aviout was dead and the undead of the Eastern Invasion Army had fallen under his father's control, the moment of avenging great hatred was now, and it was also the best time to persuade his father to let go of his obsessions.
It might also be the only opportunity.
