Chapter 312: Veylin’s surrender.
Sigrid paid a visit to the the prison after she escaped from the classroom. There, Cosmos was siting for her outside of a small prison cell which was lit so brightly as if stars had been collected and pasted to the ceiling.
He was not drinking alcohol this time but licking an orange and berry flavored lollipop, the newest candy released by Thorin candy store. It was a special variety because the berries came for the mage estate and the oranges were from Sigrid’s last harvest on The Vale.
"How is it, is he still refusing to take me as his mistress?" She asked calmly.
Sigrid peeked at the man in the cell, he looked nothing like the proud mage he had once been. He had lost weight because he rejected all food and drink, his eyes were red rimmed like he lacked sleep. The dark circles around his eyes were so wide, wider than any Sigrid had ever seen before.
His hair and beard had grown and he stunk, having refused to bathe out in the open where cameras and others could see him.
"Well, you look worse than I remember Veylin. Are those blisters on your skin? Don’t tell me that you are allergic to the sun." She brought her face closer to the magic bars, taunting the mage with her tone and eyes. "Erythis, your goddess seems to be deaf to your prayers. The church your group tried to start in Medoris was uprooted.
I don’t know how your identities were discovered but your faces are plastered all over Medoris as wanted criminals. A very good information source had told me that the church has put out a kill order for you and the mages in your group.
Do you truly want to stay loyal to them? They have abandoned you."
Veylin retained his silence. The harder he was to break, the more that Sigrid wanted him. Loyalty like his was what she required most in those that served her.