Chapter 47: The Eternal Warden

After finishing their breakfast, Aeon rested his utensils on the table and looked across the table surface straight toward his father.

"Dad, I have a request."

Aldrich locked his gaze onto his son, his expression immediately shifting into a serious, highly focused expression.

As far as his memory could stretch, his son's personal requests were something both he and his wife could effortlessly count on a single hand.

Unlike the other noble children of his age group who constantly threw tantrums for luxury toys, rare pets, or spoiled trinkets, Aeon had never demanded anything shallow.

Except for a few pieces of high-tier technology and his own specialized game setup, he had always carried himself with an unyielding maturity that made them incredibly proud to call him their son.

Consequently, whenever he manually voiced a request, it was treated as a top-priority, serious matter that demanded their absolute attention.