No sugar coating, yet a powerful remedy to soothe the scorching atmosphere. He waited for Bast to let go of the emissary before pursuing their conversation.
"We'll have issues with every other import anyway. There will be no more." He said.
The ridiculous mockery of the emissary gave him plenty of indications about his father's previous doing. Importing mages from Rainlet kingdom to create a yearly cluster of new mages to serve Tashran kingdom was a strategy he would've never come up with if not for Bast.
No fathers to be seen, orphans swarming the capital, and even a more feminine presence in front of the local hospital indicated him a long-standing mistake.
He was on the other side of the mirror since his birth. He was born to become a beacon for his father to rule for twenty more years, there was never a speck of hope for him to become a real person. It was the same thing for all future mages among the orphans of the capital.
