Silas Dornevale covered his face with his hand as he continued to laugh hysterically.
Meanwhile, Bianca looked unbothered by the developments; at least, that was what everyone else saw.
"Velvet! What the hell! Control your man! What are we going to do if he kills the current patriarch of the Dornevales?"
The witch flicked her hair as she gave Silas a look of condescension, "Then that is all he amounts to. If even the legendary house cannot survive my Tyrant's test, what use is he?"
"…"
At least that was what she said outwardly. Elian heard Bianca in his mind, practically pulling her metaphorical hair out.
"ELIAN! ELIAN! PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! YOU LOVE ME, RIGHT? DON'T KILL HIM! I FORBID IT!"
