Alexander's heart raced a bit in alarm upon hearing Darrus's deduction, his eyes widening in realization.
Indeed, he regularly addressed Ptolomy by name in private, and this bad habit caused him to slip up even in public. This was not a good look.
Fortunately, it had only occurred with a minor character who was on very bad terms with the king. Alexander would be able to avoid all the consequences.
'I should be careful next time,' But he still warned himself as such.
Then curling his lips, heartily chuckled "Hahaha, so that's how it is. Indeed with Mesiter Darrus's intelligence, it would not be hard to make such a guess, hahaha."
Then squinting his eyes chimed, "But I believe you also missed another clue- my accent. My azhak is barely passable. Nothing like you nobles!" It sounded as if Alexander was self deprecating,
