The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 55

In the midst of arranging the day's activities, a middle-aged Protégé was about to take charge when a handsome young man briskly stepped forward with a smile. "Allow me to take care of this."

"And you are...?" Marak asked, his tone haughty as he glanced at the youth.

"I am Elite Protégé, Tyral!" Tyral said with a beaming smile, though in truth, he had not yet achieved the status of an Elite Protégé, especially after the untimely demise of his sister Nysah. It was even less likely that Elder Jaslin would take him on as an Elite Protégé now.

"Elite Protégé? You seem rather average to me," Marak scoffed.

"I am hardly worthy to compare with you, Lord Marak" Tyral retorted, which drew the ire of many Protégés.

Marak was quite pleased, however. "Show me around. Let me see the sights of Cobalt Strike order."

"By your leave," Tyral said, cheerfully extending his hand to lead the way.

Since Marak had made his choice, the middle-aged Protégé could hardly replace him now. He shot Tyral a warning look, signaling him to be a good host and not to let the reputation of Cobalt Strike order be diminished.

In the great hall of the order, the Commander's face was expressionless. "We're alone now. Speak plainly. There's no need for pretense between us."

"I just wanted to catch up a bit with you."

"Spare me!"

"Heh, very well, we can reminisce another time. Let's get to the matter at hand. I am here on behalf of Lord Viperbane, hoping to arrange a favorable union."

"Let's hear it then."

"Lord Marak is Lord Viperbane's youngest and most cherished son. At sixteen, he has already reached the Stage VIII of the Novice Mage. His talents are remarkable, and with the resources of Lord Viperbane behind him, his future achievements will be limitless. Lord Marak has an extraordinary temperament, brave and proud, with the makings of a tyrant and the ability to command armies since childhood. Lord Viperbane has high hopes for him."

Neasilis spoke unhurriedly, not skimping on his words of praise. His gaze was continuously on the face of the Commander, observing his reaction closely.

"Lord Marak is a prodigy, I've heard as much," the Commander offered a few polite words.

"Lord Marak is sixteen and yet without a betrothal, much to Lord Viperbane's frustration. It's not for want of trying, but Lord Marak has high standards, and ordinary maidens simply do not catch his eye."

The faces of the Commander and the Elders darkened. What did this mean? Was this a proposal?