Chapter 681: My Life for the Order
Adam raised a brow, surprised by William’s bow.
It was an amusing thought to have but also an indelible truth. William’s behavior was typical in the mage’s culture. Of course, he preferred a civilised discussion, but who was he to change ancestral rules?
Still, he settled for light punishments or crushing shows of strength instead of escalating the senseless violence. Then, depending on the other party’s reactions, he could consider cooperation... or burying them six feet under if they represented a future threat.
He observed William for a moment before nodding. "Even if it was a joke from Misha, you tasted the powerlessness and despair of being condemned because of words." A smile replaced his provocative smirk. "Relax; they won’t stick to your skin. Remember your youthful days, too. I bet you committed mistakes you still regret now. So, why are you so inflexible with others?"
William remained silent for a moment. Then he sighed. "Right. That’s why I apologised. I will... rethink my methods."
Misha stunned him by slapping his shoulder, her melodious laugh illuminating the room’s somber mood. "I like people who work to correct their flaws. You’re forgiven, William."
Her smile dazzled him for a second. So genuine, yet so strange. Forgiveness that easily? That was a first for him—for any powerful mage. Compensation usually had to be handed—not out of respect, but to buy his life.
He had expected to pay a steep price, considering Adam’s effortless dominance despite his youthful appearance and Misha’s playful but horrifying words. ’You used his own element to humiliate him.’
Even if he were deaf, he could understand the underlying meaning: poison was one of the weakest elements Adam could wield. Did Noah know? If he did, where did he find such a terrifying recruit? More questions filled his mind, but pondering would have to wait.