"Furthermore," Roan added, leaning back, "if you had actually managed to decapitate me... well. I would have simply scooped her up, folded space, and vanished into the East. I heared that the Aethelgard Tower is always accepting prodigies. And I suspect she would thoroughly enjoy terrorizing the Elder Council."
The temperature in the study instantly dropped by ten degrees.
Kaelus's hands flat on the desk curled into fists. The dark mana in the room hissed.
"If you ever attempt to remove her from this estate," Kaelus whispered, his voice a freezing, lethal caress, "I will not just decapitate you. I will freeze the entire Eastern seaboard. I will march the Vanguard into the Aethelgard Tower and dismantle it brick by brick. Do not test me, academic."
"Relax, Kaelus. I am merely outlining worst-case scenarios," Roan waved a dismissive hand, unbothered by the threat of continental war. "Besides, I was compensated handsomely for my theatrical services. I am a mercenary at heart."
