"Haven't the Saintess already told you that my bloodline can suppress yours?"
His tone wasn't mocking or arrogant.
Just curious.
Because something wasn't adding up.
The Old Saintess sighed, exhaling slowly as if forcing herself to remain composed.
Her expression was a strange mix of emotions—shock, confusion, and something else… something almost resembling fear.
Then, she spoke.
"You don't understand, kid."
Her voice remained calm, but the gravity behind it was unmistakable.
"The ability to suppress others with the same bloodline isn't unheard of."
"'But it only works when the one suppressing is stronger than the one being suppressed.'"
Max's eyes narrowed slightly.
That… made sense.
If two people shared the same lineage, then naturally, the one with greater power should be able to exert dominance over the other.
It was a fundamental rule of bloodline suppression.
But then—
The Old Saintess locked eyes with him.
