Chapter 10: Persuasion
To old man Greg, this little bastard was just messing around.
Who the hell wants to clean more rooms for free?
Nobody with a working mind asked for more work in a place like this. Cleaning was punishment disguised as maintenance, and Wesley was treating it like a privilege.
Something was off.
He squinted at the kid, half tempted to think the boy had finally lost it from the boredom of cleaning enchanted ink stains off classroom floors.
"Get out of my face, kid," Greg snapped, waving a hand without even looking at him. "Go mop the walls or lick the windows for all I care."
But Wesley didn’t move.
Instead, he stood a little straighter, eyes gleaming, like someone who just stepped out of a divine dream. "Sir Greg, I had a vision."
Greg groaned audibly. "Of course you did."
"I was surrounded by flame. Not regular flame, but immortal fire. Wolves, burning wolves, they lunged at me. Their fangs—made of pure heat. Their howls, ancient. But I held them back. With my Heavenly Spear."
Greg finally turned his head, deadpan. "Your mop?"