Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

Galisk sat across from Anya in the upscale restaurant, his fingers lightly tapping against the polished wooden table. The dim lighting cast a soft glow over them, but the tension between them was anything but subtle.

He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples before finally speaking.

“I never thought the day would come when I’d ask this,” he said, leveling her with a piercing gaze. “But what are your intentions with my son?”

Anya smirked, leaning back in her seat as she lazily swirled the wine in her glass.

“Straight to the point, huh? Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” She took a slow sip before placing the glass down. “Well, old man, I like him. Simple as that.”

Galisk narrowed his eyes. “You like him?” His fingers laced together as he leaned forward. “Forgive me if I don’t take that at face value. You can’t blame me when the daughter I raised—who I assumed was allergic to men—just said she likes someone. Could you elaborate?”

Anya was quiet for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully. Then, she sighed, gritting her teeth as she looked at him.

“I mean I like him, old man. Not just as a passing interest. Not for fun. I mean him—his strength, his resolve, the way he carries himself. The way he looks at the world like it’s something he has to conquer, not just survive.” She glanced down at her glass, fingers brushing the rim before she looked back at Galisk.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean. And I don’t chase after things I don’t want.”

Galisk gazed at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a tired sigh, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You do realize what kind of mess this is going to cause, right? The headlines that are gonna pop up? It’s gonna be chaos.”

Her crimson eyes gleamed as she rested her chin on her hand, a faint blush appearing on her face.

Anya chuckled. “Chaos is a given. But I don’t play games, old man. When I want something, I take it.”

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze sharp. “And I want him.”

Galisk pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re really not making this easy for me, are you?”

Anya smirked. “Nope. So give me your blessing already. The hell is taking you so long?”

Galisk looked away as he muttered, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because my adopted daughter now wants to date my biological son. You gotta give an old man some time to process all that.”

Anya tilted her head, amusement flickering in her crimson eyes. “Tch. Old man, you make it sound way more dramatic than it is.”

Galisk shot her a flat look. “Oh, I’m sorry, should I be throwing a damn parade instead?” He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples again.

Galisk sighed, drumming his fingers against the table. “You’re serious about this.”

She met his gaze without hesitation. “Dead serious.”

Galisk shot her an intense gaze, his sharp eyes studying her every reaction. “Alright then, a question. Do you like him… or do you love him?”

“Did you really have to ask that?”

“You keep saying like, and that’s where the ‘just friends’ stay. So I have to be sure.”

“Senile old man, isn’t it obvious?”

“No, I want to hear you say it. Otherwise, this ain’t happening.”

Anya gritted her teeth, clicked her tongue, then looked away with a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. “Damn you, old man.”

Galisk arched a brow, momentarily caught off guard by her reaction. He had expected a quick, cocky retort, maybe even some teasing. Instead, she looked… flustered.

Anya let out a small sigh, running a hand through her hair before resting her elbow on the table, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass.

“He’s all I ever think about lately.”

“It’s annoying, honestly… I hate it, old man. I hate that he’s under my skin like this. But at the same time… I don’t want it to stop.”

“I’ll be in the middle of training, and suddenly, I’m wondering if he’s eaten yet. If he’s sleeping enough. Or if he’s in a dungeon, maybe training too.”

She ran a hand through her hair as she exhaled sharply, leaning back in her seat.

“Of course I love him, you crazy old man.”

“There, I said it. Are you happy?”

Galisk watched her closely, his expression unreadable. Then, after a long pause, he let out a slow chuckle. “So, that’s how it is. Damn kid. He really got to you, didn’t he?”

Anya gritted her teeth in anger as she said, “Don’t you dare laugh at me, old man!”

Galisk raised his hands in mock surrender, though the smirk on his lips didn’t fade.

“Alright, alright, no laughing.” He leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh.

“Still, it’s kinda surreal seeing you like this. My terrifying, battle-crazed adopted daughter acting like some love-struck teenager.”

Anya shot him a glare. “You really wanna lose your teeth today, old man?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No need for violence. I’m just saying… it’s different.” His fingers drummed against the table as his expression grew serious again. “But knowing you, you wouldn’t be saying all this unless you meant it.”

Anya crossed her arms, her expression firm. “Damn right.”

Galisk studied her for a long moment, then exhaled. “Alright, you have my blessing.”

Anya blinked, her expression shifting from surprise to suspicion. “That’s it?”

Galisk nodded, completely unfazed. “That’s it. Now go pump out a few babies and make me a granddad—”

Before he could finish, Anya’s fist was already flying toward him. With a flick of his wrist, a yellow translucent shield formed just in time to block the attack. The impact sent a shockwave through the room, shattering the table beneath them into splinters.

Anya stood there, fists clenched, her face a mixture of flustered embarrassment and barely restrained fury. “You senile old man!”

Galisk smirked, lowering his hand as the remnants of the shield faded. “If something like that gets you this heated, are you gonna start throwing punches at him when he asks?”

Anya’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as she pulled back her hand. “Shut up, you crazy old man, what kind of father says that to his daughter!”

“I’m pretty sure every parent has once expressed ther desire for grand kids to their children after they hit adulthood.”

Galisk chuckled, as he eyed the destroyed table with an amused smirk. “Damn, kid. You sure know how to ruin a nice dinner, are you that opposed to making me happy?”

Anya, still flustered, crossed her arms and scowled. “You brought that on yourself, you crazy old man. Who the hell just says that out of nowhere?”

Galisk shrugged, clearly unfazed. “What? It’s the natural order of things. You love him, I assume marriage is next, and then—”

“We’re not having this conversation. Not now. Not ever.”

Galisk smirked, resting his chin on his hand. “You’re just mad because I’m right.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re picturing it, aren’t you?”

Anya grabbed a fork and pointed it at him. “One more word, and I swear to God, I’m stabbing you.”

Galisk laughed, leaning back with his hands raised in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave. For now.”

Anya exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. “I swear, talking to you ages me ten years.”

“That’s just love, kid,” Galisk said with a grin. “Now, contact your guild and make them pay for the table.”