Percy's gaze cut through the crowd to finally see the man—the danger—that had loomed over his entire life in this world.
Sion Eurides.
He was an average-heighted man with a pale face that was somber and careless. His clothes looked even more extravagant than the Viscounts seated beside Percy—verdant green robes and a collection of golden jewelry.
His face was rather handsome with full brown hair and dark eyes, but the dark circles under his eyes and sickly pallor made the smile on his face look more sinister than it was happy.
Sion watched his son, who was the spitting image of him, walk up to the stage and touch the rainbow pillar of light. He clapped slowly and calmly, never once even noticing the people looking at him.
His son, Hephaestus, was the last noble child to be called. Afterwards, it would be knights, then commoners. It was a small respect given to him by the Count of Yarol, even though Sion was no longer of the noble class.
