Sylvester stared into the man's grey eyes and smelled no lies. 'Is he serious? The church will kill the whole Gracia family and me. There's no way they'd let a prospective Supreme Wizard leave their leash.'
"I am married only to Solis and have no desire to cheat. But perhaps, I can suggest someone else if you're looking for a suitable man? I know a certain strong second son of a Count." Sylvester deflected the question.
The old man started moving toward him again. "Sad, we could have brought back the old glory of Gracia, just like at the time of the previous King. Gracia Empire, the richest Empire to ever exist. Too bad, my sister turned pathetic, and my older nephew is up to no good. Daemon was my only hope—and you doused it too. Get ready now, bard. It's time to see how long your hymns and light shall last against my might."
'Fuck! I must delay more.'
