Eli smiled gleefully, as he felt like a kid who just got all their Christmas wishes answered.
Indeed, it was definitely his time to shine.
No one other than himself could be the next ruler of Arcadina.
"Your highness... Are we really not going to rescue Mr. Slytherin?" asked the hooded man, who had immediately pulled Eli out of wonderland and back to reality.
Eli frowned and calmly got up from his bed.
He walked towards the hooded man and stopped directly in front of him in a very 'close manner'.
They were so close that if the hooded man were to stick his tongue out... It would undoubtedly touch Eli's lower privates.
'Your highness... Please, begging you.
Can you just cover up a tad bit?
Did I maybe say something that made you mad?
If not, then why are you right in my face like this?'
The hooded man didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
What sort of situation had he found himself in?
