"I wonder how long this parasite has been here."
"Release my son!" Averon raised his sword and a regal purple aura surrounded his body.
However, the High Paladin obviously didn't think much of it. Instead, his eyes darted toward the Isenwings, toward a silent teenage boy who watched with an emotionless face.
"Sir Jacob, it is better to explain first before taking matters into your own hand." Zevik sent a mental message that not even the court mages could sense.
"Interesting…" High Paladin Jacob loosened his grip on Splennar's neck and put him down. However, the chains binding the prince were still there.
"To think that the Isenwing Clan has been hiding such a prodigy… I'm afraid not even Bors knows about you."
"Let's save the small talk for later, Your Grace." Zevik replied, flinging his palm on which a tremendous amount of mana began to condense.
"Are you really going to interfere with my judgement…?" Jacob frowned.
