Within the VIP box, an agitated prince paced back and forth, occasionally glancing down at Edward, causing his frown to deepen.
"What is that disobedient man doing?" he cursed. "Drink the darn vial and be done with it, you fool."
He spun on his heel, faced the arena, and spoke with disdain. "I refuse to make such an effort to get Jack the role at the Mage Tower should he win."
Seeing the fire of life being ignited in Edward's previously lifeless eyes, August's expression turned icy. "It seems his heart is filled with delusions… Bring her in," he said to seemingly nobody, yet the door opened a second later, and a confused and timid maid walked in.
"Evelyn, come, witness your father's foolish last stand. His pride and ego have consumed him."
"F-father? My father is here?" she asked in an apprehensive tone. All contact between herself and her dear father had been severed years ago. The prince forbade her from leaving his sight.
