"It seems the title of 'King' is handed out far too freely these days," said the aged woman, the leader of the delegation from Greenfield Ridge.
Beside Soner Pitt stood her student, a young man with tousled blond hair that brushed against his cheeks and deep blue eyes that seemed to pierce through the unseen.
His name was Chris Cloud, a Mana Liquefaction Magus from Greenfield Ridge, renowned for his mastery in the School of Divination.
The moment those words left her mentor's lips, he couldn't help but grimace ever so slightly.
Damn it, Professor! He cursed inwardly.
Why must you speak ill of the Dark King now of all times?!
Throughout their entire journey to this city, Soner Pitt had consistently ridiculed the Dark King, claiming that Ravenfell had romanticized and placed him on a pedastal, especially since the Grand Magus Tournament was approaching.
No matter how much they romanticize him, Chris thought to himself.
