Chapter 578

It was the fearlessness of youth that even Genevieve had to admit some admiration for.

Arthur looked at Elara, a trace of surprise flickering across his face.

His granddaughter—so outwardly obedient, tactful, and considerate—was, at her core, as stubborn and fierce as her father had been.

Back when Alaryc had clashed with him, he had turned on him in an instant, refusing to yield even a fraction.