Red Bee watched him warily, "What did you say?"
"You're making history's finest, greatest Spell Talent Holder become a chef? Your soul is weeping for your foolish brain."
"What did you say!"
Red Bee jumped up, with red light flickering in her eyes, which had turned into strange vertical pupils.
But Annabella stopped her.
"Alright, junior sister, don't get angry with that idiot."
"You still don't understand that the Ancient Undead of this caliber, the top Fire Holders, have such vast Spiritual Energy that it recovers very slowly. Their power is of a Strategic Level and cannot be used lightly. The Military War Department has already warned him multiple times not to misuse his Spiritual Energy, but the Ancient Undead says he'll go crazy if he's not allowed to use it, so Dalin could only swallow his anger."
