Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1427 Blind Date

Orion imprinted his mental mark inside Myxara's sea of consciousness before pulling back right away.

"She's clear."

Orion faced his companion. "Insectfolk count as intelligent creatures, Lilith. You'll have to locate a living space for them that links to the external realm."

Lilith offered a kind smile, drawing a handkerchief to softly clean the chill sweat off Myxara's forehead.

Though free of ill intent, the invasion of her mind by someone as immense as Orion had shaken Myxara deeply. Yet she had made it through the check. She was now officially part of the Stoneheart Horde.

"Take this as a present from the Horde to the Flying Fish Mayfly clan. Don't let Lilith down."

Orion pulled a Legendary-level hive from his dimensional storage and flung it over to Myxara. With that, he disappeared from the Wormholes dimension without further comment.

This area could work as a nurturing site, yet for the Flying Fish Mayfly race to join in battles across realms, they required a movable headquarters. The hive acted as Orion's compensation for the mental probe.

"He frightened you badly, right?"

"Orion's a Demigod," Myxara murmured, her tone shaky. "I couldn't even bring myself to meet his gaze."

Lilith moved closer and hooked her arm through Myxara's, acting like a dear sibling. This was a deliberate step to foster emotional ties.

Naturally, Lilith's reassurance had dual aims: calming Myxara's terror and gently underscoring the power structure. Orion's approval had eased Lilith's suspicions a great deal, but true faith built gradually. At present, Myxara served as an asset—a capable aide and a vital ally for what lay ahead.

Though Myxara stood merely at Alpha level for now, her role as Broodmother promised vast possibilities. She didn't yet match Lorelia or Soraya's caliber—nothing to draw Orion's notice immediately—but her expanding swarm of Flying Fish Mayflies could blend into the Stoneheart Horde's flying forces.

Lilith harbored ambitions, and Orion placed enough confidence in her to skip prying into the specifics.

The North, Lysinthia City

Nestled along the foggy shores, Lysinthia City functioned as the key training hub for the Stoneheart Horde's Ocean Hunters.

Plague Ravens soared overhead, Ocean Hunters scanned the seas, and diverse races crowded the avenues. Beyond Blackstone City, it ranked as the north's most fortified military outpost.

"Auntie! Auntie, slow down! Set me loose!"

"I can manage on my feet, Aunt Lysinthia! No need to haul me by the collar!"

The one yelling was Pallas, the Giant Prince from the Stoneheart Horde.

The one hoisting him up was Lysinthia.

Across the whole Stoneheart Horde, three females topped Pallas's list of those he dreaded most: Elara at the top, Lilith next, and Lysinthia following. To him, Lysinthia felt almost like another mom. Lilith might conceal things from the rest, but she seldom kept secrets from Lysinthia.

As a result, Lysinthia managed Pallas as if he were a naughty fledgling.

"I've got matters to discuss with you. Now, come keep our visitor company."

Had she outright mentioned that Pallas was heading to a blind date with Ariselle, the Blood Elf Princess, he would've dodged with some pretext and fled. Lysinthia's firm grip was the sole guarantee of his presence, a tactic quietly endorsed by Lilith.

"Feast your eyes on the Prince of the Stoneheart Horde, Pallas."

Upon entering the castle's private dining chamber, Lysinthia plopped Pallas down into a seat without ceremony and took the spot next to him.

"Afternoon, Auntie," Pallas greeted, his wide eyes scanning the space before settling on Lycanor.

She belonged to his father. Wherever they were, showing deference was essential.

Lycanor bent down and lifted Pallas into an embrace.

"Just look at you, kiddo. Ten years ago, you were that pesky tot begging for lifts from anybody." Lycanor grinned, her gaze sparkling with fun. "I recall spotting you a couple years ago; you seemed so grand and sturdy. What made you shrink back to a cub?"

She placed him back and slid a platter of his beloved roasted meat his way.

"Your auntie's got a visitor from her family. She's around your years, so no age mismatch. Wouldn't mind guiding her through the place for me, huh?"

While talking, Lycanor ripped the roasted meat into small chunks and popped them straight into Pallas's mouth. She nodded toward the young lady opposite him—Ariselle, whose eyes fixed on Pallas with bright interest.

"Old enough for battle, yet still babied with bites? What a disgrace."

As Pallas traced Lycanor's point and met Ariselle's stare, the Blood Elf lass wagged a finger in a teasing 'shame-shame' gesture along her cheek. It resembled the playful jabs grown-ups aimed at youngsters, all in good fun.

Pallas went still. He wasn't some kid. He was grown.

His present small stature stemmed solely from the Stoneheart Titan bloodline shift.

"You're the one begging for bites! Disgrace on you!"

When did the Giant Prince ever stomach such condescension? Pallas shot back without delay.

But right as he parted his lips for the comeback, Lysinthia crammed a chunk of crunchy, blackened meat inside. He wouldn't risk ejecting it.

"Auntie..." Pallas munched half-heartedly, gazing at Lysinthia with pleading, teary eyes. His tone came out soft and hurt.

Lysinthia chuckled and jammed in yet another morsel.

Only once Pallas gulped it all did she grab a napkin to dab at his lips.

"I snagged some treats from Jynx. Grab Ariselle and choose anything that catches your fancy."

Pallas's eyes gleamed. He leaped from the chair in a flash.

"Appreciate it, Auntie!"

With unexpected quickness, Pallas rounded the table, seized Ariselle's wrist, and yanked her toward the exit.

"Hey, no picking on Ariselle!"

"Relax, I won't!"

As Pallas's words echoed away along the corridor, Lysinthia erupted in laughter once more.

"See that scamp? He dashed off like lightning. Sure, the presents tempted him, but mainly he just craved getting away from us."

Lysinthia shook her head, her spirit warmed. Pallas was a Legendary-level force, but he endured her roughhousing. It showed the lofty place she held in his affections.

Next to her, Lycanor released a deep breath, utterly unlike Lysinthia's delight.

She understood Pallas honored her, yet she'd never claim the profound, family-like connection he shared with Lysinthia.

This meeting had been arranged by Lycanor, drawing on her own connections. By staging Pallas and Ariselle's encounter in a relaxed setting, all involved wished for positive results.

"Sister, leave the youngsters to sort their paths," Lysinthia consoled. Their years on Serpent Isle had forged a strong bond. Lysinthia relished aiding Lycanor's wishes, big or small.

"I'd rather not fret over it," Lycanor confessed. "But the King and Grand Elder approached me directly. They yammered on till my head rang. I had no choice but to agree."

"Plus," she continued, her face clouding a bit, "the Blood Elf clan's predicament is... tricky, at best."

As a Blood Elf by birth, her union with Orion had been a strategic alliance to shelter her kin. Lycanor hadn't lost sight of her initial goal. Straddling the Stoneheart Horde and her own people, she wrestled with mixed, clashing, intricate feelings.

No one appeared to notice her inner turmoil.