67~ |A Dream That Seemed So Real|

The hottest flaming ball from the high up sky emitted heat down to the ground, making everyone drench with sweat. Everything was nearly roasted into dryness. Nevertheless, this hot weather was pale compared to the mood of one particular person dressed in an exquisite pale yellow silk attire. With his hands folded behind his lower back, the elegant-looking man stared out the tall window from a wide-spaced chamber. His oval face-shaped, naturally red lips, thick soft-arched eyebrows, and especially the big dimples that came from his smile looked nothing but calm; however, his temper was the opposite.

"Andy is truly a waste of my seminal fluid. At least his mortal mother was useful in her last-minute, unlike this so-called half-breed," he murmured. His face maintained serenity. "Just how much longer does he intend on making me wait? Is it that difficult to chop a head off a dead body?" He frowned, causing a