Oliver
- Your Highness - I roll my eyes in utter annoyance.
- Let me call myself that - I growl, the second of the king of the sorcerers recoil in fear at my annoyance, I let out a tired sigh - What's wrong? – I ask while I continue making healing potions for the fairies.
- Alte… Oliver, the king of sorcerers sent me to give him this scroll, - I turn to see him leaving the potions for the fairies halfway, I grab the scroll and open it while he continues talking - the king wants his answer as soon as possible.
I look at him confused, my gaze falling back to the writing on the parchment.
"Son, I need you to come to the kingdom of the sorcerers, we need you to teach the new sorcerers how to fight and how to cast spells without reciting, we need the new sorcerers to learn to defend themselves and their own.
