"The Dragon Clan's lineage is the purest, its form most resembling my offspring, yet he wants to become an Underground Monarch!"
Noah had some reservations about his second son's request for a title, but he agreed nonetheless.
Because Terramus had effectively become the Lord ruling over vast areas of the Dark Territory. The only thing lacking now was his father's recognition.
Whether Noah approved or not, Terramus was already the Great Lord of the Dark Territory. As a father, Noah could not criticize the achievements his offspring had fought for over the years.
Since the child wanted it himself, naturally Noah would let him go for it. After all, the Dragon Clan often produced distinctive dragons, and he himself was among them, so his son was no exception.
Though this was partly due to his father's influence, the child now quite enjoyed it and found fulfillment, discovering his own pleasures that he appreciated.
"Whose fault do you think this is?"
