Chapter 1788 Call Me Your Highness

Dalton was rarely scrutinized so openly, and even more rarely had someone made such accurate guesses about him. After all, even the sect's ancestors couldn't predict what he intended to do. Under Wynter's gaze, Dalton let out a low chuckle, neither confirming nor denying her suspicions. Instead, he insisted on only one thing. "Indeed, I am just a mortal without spells." The difference was that something deep within his very bones made malevolent spirits fear him as he was born from refining flames. However, he kept this from Wynter. Dalton's birth was tied to a golden encounter. Since those who glimpsed the Celestial secret never met a good end, he had no intention of revealing anything. He turned, picked up the medicine bowl again, and simply performed the duty of a servant. "If you are uncertain, you may have me examined." "An examination is indeed necessary." Wynter grasped his wrist and took a sip of the medicine, frowning at its bitterness. "But I'm not the one who wants to e