Upon arriving at the manor where Duke of Moravia was staying in the royal capital, Velin and Xuemiyya followed the Butler to the outside of the main hall.
"Young Master Velin, His Grace is punishing Young Master Lowell. Please be careful," the Butler quietly reminded them. He then bowed and quickly left.
Xuemiyya softly suggested, "Velin, why don't we wait for a while?"
"You're right. Waiting a bit is fine."
Inside the main hall, Duke of Moravia wore a frosty expression and said nothing.
Rowell knelt in the hall with his forehead pressed to the floor, his face deathly pale. He was beginning to regret going along with those shady friends of his to do something like this.
The young mage standing nearby gathered his courage and cautiously asked, "Father, Rowell, he..."
"I once said that you were not to use your power and influence to oppress mages. Did you take my words as empty air?"
His seemingly calm words carried a cold disregard for family ties.
Seeing this, the young mage decisively shut his mouth, not daring to speak again.
As for his son, he could only pray for the best. Otherwise, even he, the father, would be punished.
"Tell me, what were you thinking at the time?"
"Grandfather, I... I..."
"I'll give you three minutes to organize your words. If you keep stammering like this, then don't bother speaking. Go spend a hundred years in Magic Flame Cave first."
Upon hearing Duke of Moravia's words, cold sweat streamed down Rowell's face. He hurriedly sorted through the events from beginning to end, not daring to mix in even the slightest lie.
His grandfather always meant what he said. When it came to such matters, he did not care whether you were his grandson or his disciple.
"Grandfather, that boy