"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Aurelia flipped out, her anger rising to a new extreme.
At this point, even she didn't know why she was being so angry. Zephyr was just someone she had met a few days ago. Their interaction was minimal to say the least. But for some reason, boundless anger was consuming her as she saw him risk his life for nothing.
"I SAID I AM A BAD MAGE!" Zephyr shouted back at her.
The throbbing pain returned as he shouted. He spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm to the side.
"YOU HAVE THE GALL…"
"Of course I have," Zephyr spoke loudly. "It's not like anyone taught me how to be a mage," he added.
He knew Aurelia was just concerned. Despite raising her hand to knock on his head, she didn't do it. In fact, she took out her precious potion to feed him. So, Zephyr was also not angry at her for shouting at him.
Quite the contrary; he liked it. Never in his life had he seen someone so concerned about his well-being.
"What do you mean, no one taught you?"
