Chapter 187: A dead guard.
"So offensive!" The nobleman smirked but truly didn’t seem offended, his eyes narrowing as he gestured toward the boy’s hair. "Sigaros, what happened to your hair? It’s dark and curly now?"
The young sorcerer ran a hand through his hair, and with a subtle shift, it transformed, his strands becoming pure white, sleek, and straight.
"Chancellor Oka," he said coolly, his voice flat, "instead of worrying about my appearance, tell me, what do you have for me?"
The nobleman leaned back, his grin widening into something sly and unsettling. "I sent the message to Phoria, not you," he replied, his tone dripping with amusement.
The sorcerer snorted and rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. "She’s busy. Your darling Victor is causing enough trouble as it is. Instead of taking that traitor’s head, he slashed her throat in front of a healer half-blood. His name’s Agaraith, the bastard son of the Fae King."
"Daniella is alive?" A fire of rage flickered in the nobleman’s eyes, his words spat out through gritted teeth. "Hell no! That Fae prince is in the castle. He had healed Araben in front of everyone when a serpent shifter poisoned her."
Sigaros nodded, his gaze bright. "That is him. And that little whore you found for us, Daniella told Kaisun Al-Gathiran about the Spike. They stole it from Deagara castle, along with a pure-hearted woman with D’Orient blood in her veins. I want you to find her... and kill her."
The man’s joy turned to fury in an instant. His face twisted with anger as he slammed his fist down onto the table, the force of it making the wood groan under the impact.
"That bitch from Oak Village!" Chancellor Oka’s voice was a low, venomous growl. "I thought she was just after power to claim the land and rebuild it. That whore wasn’t easy to trick. She’s a master liar. How could Victor be so fucking foolish?"