Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2197

The Duchess' claw shot forward.

With her speed, it should have been impossible for Sylas' senses to keep up with her own. She was absolutely certain that there would be nothing that he could do if she wanted him dead… so confident until she watched Sylas' eyes track her hand through the whole movement.

Even if he could somehow do this, she was sure that it was impossible for him to actually react to it, right? Tracking was one thing, reacting was another matter entirely.

And as expected, Sylas couldn't seem to do anything.

However, just as her palm was about to grab at his throat, her claws about to sink into his flesh, she froze.

Nothing made her freeze. There was no power from the Golden Battlefield nor Sylas. It was like she had simply chosen to stop all on her own.

Her hand trembled for a moment, and then she pulled back.

From start to finish, Sylas didn't so much as blink, his gaze remaining an eerie, untouchable level of calm.

For some reason she was absolutely certain that if she touched Sylas something would change. She didn't know where that feeling was coming from, but it was practically screaming at her, telling her that if she didn't change her ways, she would lose something forever.

Demonic Will.

Sylas' Will was calm and unbothered, but his Demonic Will… it was almost like a slumbering dragon that had peeked a single eye open to watch someone crawl into its cave as it hoarded its treasures.

"Let's go." Sylas said coldly.

There was a command in his voice that made the Duchess' heart tremble.

She was an untouchable existence right now, a level of powerful that the current Sylas couldn't fathom, and yet he had still spoken these words.

And yet, she knew for a fact that it wasn't because he wanted to command her, it wasn't because he wanted to use her for his power, it was because he perceived that in the entire world, there was no place his child could ever be safer than by his side.

He wasn't going to let the Duchess out of his sight whether she liked it or not.

Cassarae chuckled. "Good choice."

The Duchess' eyes flashed with cold. She had been halfway out of her seat when Cassarae spoke. She hadn't even realized she was moving, but something about Cassarae just irked her.

She was an S-tier. She was no second wife, and she certainly was no concubine.

"I do not understand," the Duchess said calmly. "Where was all this confidence just five minutes ago?"

Cassarae blinked, remembering her previous state. Then she looked over at Sylas.

"Can we return to sender? This Duchess arrived back with a mouth, I don't like it. The other one was cuter."

Sylas just shook his head. He could sense that there was a change in the Duchess as well, but he didn't think that she was a fundamentally different person.

It was instead that both versions of the previous Duchesses he had met were young and immature in a lot of ways.

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