Silvas' eyes turned cold. Come to think of it, the so-called Young Lord Damian was just a Fourth Sphere practitioner? Since when was such a weak person fit to be a Young Lord?
"Young Master Octavius, I think you've got the wrong person. How can this Fourth Sphere pup ever be the Young Lord of the House of Octavius?"
Silvas said, his voice dripping in contempt. There were a few things he disliked, and among them was the weak trying to act high and mighty. He hated these kind of people to the core. If you want to be called the Young Lord, have the strength to back it up. It was simple as that.
Evander's eyes narrowed. He turned to look towards Silvas, scanning him from head to toe, before saying:
"You are more foolish than I thought. Who do you think you are to speak ill of the Young Lord? I dare you to say one more word, and I will cut ties with you right here, right now."
