"I am your daughter's strongest weapon."
The Duke of Oberon was left speechless, purplish-colored lines slowly running down his neck, arms, and face. Every time the lines appeared, the pain in Julius' body became more painful.
The effects of the poison he drank reacted more quickly because Julius used his magic on a large scale.
He raised his head, looking at Damian with a dazed look. "Are you a wizard hired by my daughter from another kingdom?! Tell me how much she paid you! I can pay you more if you don't kill me!"
Julius has lived in the Kingdom of Vithia for over fifty years, so he knew all the great wizards from the Black Tower. All of them were under the King's regime and the Grand Wizard, so Julius often saw them at noble banquets.
However, he had never seen a wizard who looked like Damian or had magic powers like him.
Most of the wizards in Vithia were strict adherents to the rules and norms of society, so their demeanor always seemed elegant and disciplined.
