"I still hope you don't focus on meaningless people and things. I'm getting old, but you are still young and have endless possibilities..."
Lady Mel caressed Heather's cheek, raised her head, and looked in a certain direction.
"You don't mean Misha, do you.."
Heather noticed where Lady Mel's gaze landed and said somewhat speechlessly and disdainfully, "He's just a brainless egotist.."
Lady Mel shook her head and said nothing more.
.....
"Heliodor!"
A deep, resonant male voice pulled Ronan's wandering gaze back. He turned to see two figures with their robes billowing, walking straight toward him and Heliodor.
The older of the two had graying temples and a short beard. His hair was meticulously groomed, shiny and gave off an aura of both authority and elegance, exuding the powerful force field of a Level 5 Wizard.
Following him was a young man with narrow eyes and thin lips, looking immensely arrogant.
"It's Valentine and his disciple.."
