Eliron glanced at Alexander from the corner of his eye, observing his reaction.
In the novel, the author had managed to fool the readers for quite some time, right until the great plot twist at the end.
The truth was that the prince of donia was not human, at least not fully. He was actually a…
"As for Azarath..." Sirius' voice suddenly pulled Eliron out of his thoughts. "Shall I expel him from the tower?"
He tapped his feet in a rhythmic tune, tilting his head slightly as he thought about it.
"Or maybe I should have him whipped, then expel him." A small, dark smile blossomed on his face.
"N-no need for that. I have already thought him quite the beating, and I fear I may have gone a bit overboard…"
Eliron could remember the look the grand mage had when he was escorted to the infirmity.
