Angela held on tight to the edge of the bed, her mind anxiously racing as worry filled her widened eyes.
"Poor Alexander, I hope the fall didn't damage his brain. Although he wasn't very bright before, at least he could talk."
At the moment, a loud, arrogant voice echoed from beyond the doorway.
"Alexander! I heard that you were injured."
A grimace flickered across their faces as they turned towards the source of the sound.
The voice drew the tone out as if to mockingly be concerned.
"Is everything alright?"
Fei looked up and noticed that a well-dressed, chubby man had barged through the doors to the palace bedroom. An icy laugh slipped between his crooked lips.
"Gill, what are you doing here?"
Angela said coldly.
Fei felt the tension between the shady, obese newcomer and the beauty beside him.
It was clear that they were not on good terms.
"Haha... Angela, my angel, whatever do you mean? I heard my dear friend Alexander got injured and was worried. What's wrong with me coming by to check up on him?"
The fat noble casually walked up and sat right on one side of the bed as if it were his own.
"Gill, what are you doing! How dare you sit on the king's bed!"
Emma angrily exclaimed.
Gill shot a look at Emma. Lust and malice flashed through his eyes. He licked his thick, sausage-like lips and retorted.
"Shut up, you low-class slave. Don't say anything that you'll regret."
He then leisurely turned around and glanced at Fei. The expression was not someone showing empathy for an injured friend, but more like the gloating of looking at an injured animal.
Fei was looking at Gill at the same time.
He felt the scorn, malice, and sarcasm in Gill's eyes; Gill was not hiding his feelings even a little bit.
Fei was confused.
"I am so glad that I found you," he said to Emma as they left the room.
"Gill, get out of my way! He is going to kill you!"
When they returned to their room and saw Gill still standing there, Emma was surprised.
"That's... really strange. What are we going to do?"
Fei looked at Gill in surprise.
"What? I thought you said that he was just a fat man who doesn't know anything about magic."
"Yeah, but the problem is that he just threw a fireball!"
Emma shouted.
Gill was lying motionless on the floor. His mind was blank. He sensed that Alexander's personality had changed too much.
Fei's actions in Alexander's body had scared Gill due to how out of character it was. That blow from the helmet was full of power and felt as though Fei was actually trying to kill him.
After a couple of seconds, he calmed down. He thought about why he came to the palace today, and he decided to give it all he's got.
He lifted his left hand, and a strange and mysterious spell rolled off his tongue.
A ball of fire was forming upon his hand, and a burning sensation was filling the whole palace.
Gill forgot how he felt earlier and suddenly became a lot braver. He mocked at Fei:
"You, the King? Ha. Except yourself, who do you think considers you as our king in the entire Chambord Kingdom? How dare you hit me?"
"Alexander, prepare to feel the wrath of a prestige mage!"
Fei was still posing in a brave posture, trying to impress Angela and Emma. But when he saw the fireball forming, his pupil contracted a little:
"Mage? Holy shit, is this dumb fuck a mage? Looks like he's got some skills."
He thought for a few seconds and started yelling, "Guards... Guards! Assassins! Someone is trying to assassinate me!"
"Haha, that's no use!"
Gill laughed as he flicked his hand, and a red-hot projectile flew toward Fei's face like a bullet.