"What is it that gives you, a half-blood wizard, the audacity to order me around?"
Colin remained silent, already hopeless that Yeats in front of him would listen to his words.
Although he did not know why Yeats acted this way, arrogance and prejudice had taken deep root...
Yet Yeats, standing beside him, kept on speaking.
Perhaps he took Colin's silence as acquiescence, or perhaps he was wary of Zehtti, who was also a Third Rank wizard.
Yeats's tone suddenly softened, he light-heartedly continued,
"Atbolde... I remember now, that filthy mixed-blood among the lowly half-breeds—I've heard about it from the Hidosh Family.
If I'm not mistaken, he seemed to be on the verge of death after losing to Yasi Hidosh's challenge?"
"How so? Not dead yet?" he abruptly added coldly.
"?!"
A surge of anger suddenly flared up from Colin's chest; Atbolde was the kindest elder he had encountered in this world, truly a mentor!
But Zehtti, standing beside him, reacted even more strongly!
