"Can you tell me your source of information, Anvis? Surely it can't still be prophecy this time?"
In the sky, with one hand against the Power Dragon's Force Field Breath, the Duke didn't seem overly concerned about its attack, instead he inquired with interest about the source of Anvis's intelligence.
As a mythical creature whose strength could reach Legendary rank, information about the Power Dragon was of no small significance.
Any power obtaining this information would seal it tightly and immediately try every means to capture or kill the creature.
According to his knowledge, Anvis did not have his own intelligence forces, and if the information had been known by the intelligence agency of the Olivendi Family, he should have been the first to know.
"Of course, father."
Under the hood, Anvis smiled, spreading his hands slightly, and offered a subtle compliment without making a fuss.
