Chapter 94: Too Far
Magma leaned forward slightly, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement as he rested his chin on his knuckles.
"Who would have thought?" His voice was smooth yet carried an undeniable weight. "A so called commoner would be the first to surprise us all?"
The nobles around him exchanged glances, their whispers filling the air like rustling leaves.
Magma's smirk deepened as he turned toward Aramir. "Tell me, what's the highest score ever recorded in this test? Surely, even a kingdom that claims to have the world's greatest academy must have its limits."
Before Aramir could speak, Ramires stepped forward, his voice ringing with pride.
"That record was broken just last year," he announced. "By none other than the king's son, James Murderthrone. He scored 1700, the highest in history for a green Neba."
Magma's golden gaze shifted to James, his interest piqued.
"Oho?" His voice held a slow, deliberate curiosity. "So the young prince carries the weight of expectation. Strength, talent, bloodline, it seems you have everything, don't you?"
James met Magma's eyes with a steady, composed expression. He nodded once before offering a slight bow. "I do my best."
Magma chuckled. "As you should."
Then, his attention drifted again. "And what of his brother? Damion?"