Chapter Four Hundred-Ten – Tension
Asher turned to Prince Sorren. His younger brother being allergic to magic should be an easy problem to solve.
"Can't Thales do something about his problem?" That one was a big time witch, wasn't he? He should be able to take the negative flow of whatever in the boy's body.
"If we haven't been called to your dinner party, Thales would most probably be on it as we speak."
Asher shook his head. Sorren always liked to make him at fault in everything. Did he also act this way with Sigma or just him because they mutually disliked each other?
