"Ha...yeah, up to you. If you bring along the Bermuda Triangle, then you don't need to bring so many guards, right?"
Evan closed his eyes and chose to turn a blind eye to his son's plan.
Even though the Bermuda Triangle was a bunch of psychopaths, they're loyal and kind to his son, Finley. There should be no problem.
"I need the other 15 guards to assist Ain, dad. I know she will go with her sacred guardian and maybe some other guards, but we don't know what kind of danger she will face…"
Finley tried to keep a calm face, but his ears already reddened.
"I-I am just a bit worried. Ain is still too young, after all."
When Evan and Percival saw Finley being all blushy and fidgety, their eyes popped out of their sockets.
This...is this really their crafty Finley? That little devil who kills all the assassins coming his way...is actually blushing…
