"That's why I practice it and I'm teaching it to my daughter." Archmage Ejar echoed through the ballroom.
"Because we, the Ejar are true mages, not two bit pretenders like you. Grassroots mages shouldn't even be in the same room as us!"
A lot of indignant voices cursed at her. Archmage Deirus's eyes shone with a menacing emerald light.
"I dare you to say that again!" Velan snarled, his face only a few centimeters away from his peer's.
'I did my part, that's for sure.' Lith thought with a grin on his face.
'The Marchioness asked me for some ruckus. I'd say dinner is served, even though only Isaac Newton knows why.'
"What in the gods' name are you grinning for, kid?" Archmage Ejar ignored Velan's threat, pointing her finger against the uncaring youth.
"How did you do it? Who taught you about Gravity magic? Pray that I like your answers, otherwise…"
