The current scene was quite heartwarming, albeit bizarre. The sight of a young girl and her father eating together was definitely enough to cause the former feeling. However, the latter was caused by the sheer volume of food.

“What’s the score?” Clara asked Saru who sat with a smile on her face.

“Dyon at 131 kilograms of food. Alauna is at 130.”

Dyon and Alauna ate furiously side by side. Sometimes, their elbows would collide, causing a booming force that could destroy moons to spread outward.

Seemingly used to such a scene, the women would take turns dispelling the force, leaving the palace dining room surroundings intact. One could imagine the kind of material that forged the table they sat on considering it had managed to survive to now.

The father-daughter duo tore through stacks of meat and gulped down gallons of soup. Those watching on had no idea how they managed to keep their lips and clothes clean.

Suddenly, there was only a single piece of sea food left. It was the massive, shelled body of a Red Mercury King Lobster, a delicacy that cost thousands of dao stones per gram.

Dyon’s neck sharply turned toward his daughter, their gazes sending sparks over the air as they dove forward simultaneously.

Alauna grabbed the right claw, only for Dyon to grab the left. Their simultaneous pull caused the hard shell to split in half in perfect coordination, leaving glistening, buttery meat behind.

The two all but submarined in, devouring the delicacy before them as though they couldn’t feel the surging qi it caused to course through their bodies.

“VICTORY!” Dyon laughed madly, standing on the marbled table with a triumphant grin.

“No way! I definitely won!” Little Alauna’s lovely voice was in stark contrast to the piles of food she had just devoured.

Dyon continued to laugh as though he couldn’t hear her words, happily belching and patting his stomach.

“You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Saru.” Dyon said with a smile.

“Don’t listen to his nonsense, Auntie Saru. Tell me, who won?”

Alauna kicked her father away, sending him flying. She rushed forward, grasping Saru’s hands with keen anticipation. However, she was bitterly disappointed when she saw the same face she had already seen thousands of times before.

“Sorry…” Saru said with an appeasing tone.

Dyon flipped through the air, landing on the beautifully tiled palace grounds with his bare feet, his laughter ringing outward.

“What does that make the record? 11 365 to 0?”

Dyon asked as though he didn’t know he was exactly right.

“Maybe next time.”

“Momma Madeleine, he’s purposely bullying me!” Alauna said, completely aggrieved.

Their battles had been ‘close’ ever since Dyon hit his first 100 wins. She thought she was getting closer, but after some time, she was too smart to realize that Dyon was toying with her. Like a carrot dangling from a stick, he would keep the battle close until the very end, only for him to pull away every time.

It was completely infuriating. Weren’t fathers supposed to let their daughters win? What was this nonsense?

Dyon appeared by his daughter’s side, rubbing her platinum reddish bronze hair. His expression was usually doting when he met her gaze, but it was anything but after their little competitions. He rubbed it in her face without remorse.

“Maybe one day, young one… Who are we kidding, you’ll never beat me.”

“You!”

Dyon flashed away, barely dodging his daughter’s small but violent fist. His laughter and the booms of Alauna’s attacks rang through the palace halls. One would think this was a war scene, but only Dyon’s wives and his closest friends knew that this was just another normal day.

**

“I’ll definitely beat you one day.” Alauna said through gritted teeth, breathing hard.

She never understood it. By all rights, her talent should be far beyond her father’s. But, she had never beaten him in anything. Even when she was a toddler, Dyon never let her have any advantages.

Over the years, Dyon had slowly helped his daughter build a resilient mind. As such, she slowly felt like she was getting closer and closer to him. But suddenly, today, she felt that that gap between them had widened by a margin she couldn’t fathom. It left her with an incomprehensible mix of pride and unwillingness.

“You done chasing already, little girl?”

Dyon appeared with a smiling face, lifting his daughter up and letting her sit on one side of his shoulder.

Alauna was stunned for a moment. Dyon hadn’t done this since she was a child, so she was surprised by his sudden action now.

She had been chasing him for a while now, they had even long since left the palace they built on the Ancient Battlefield. Currently, they were at a forest edge by the violent raging waters they had come to know during their stay in this prison.

Alauna couldn’t help but smile. No matter how old she got, this was still her father. She didn’t mind him treating her like a little girl.

“Dad’s going to take you to another world.” Dyon said lightly. “Hold on tight.”