87 Chapter 87 Dominic Traitor To The Crown (1/2)
”YOU MORONIC CHILD. DO YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH HARMING A MAGE? I'LL HAVE YOU HUNG FOR THIS!” Dominic's eyes were bugging out and his breath was ragged as he raged at him.
”I'm already more hung than you, thanks. Though, if I ever see another disgusting little floating eyeball, or ear, around me again, I'll do more than break their hands. And stop shouting inside. Don't they teach apprentices manners?”
Dominic's face turned so red, Joseph was waiting to see if he had an aneurism.
”YOU COULDN'T HAVE EVEN SEEN THOSE SPELLS,” he shrieked.
”Of course, I can see spells.”
”How stupid are you? That's impossible!”
Waving his hand, ”Fine, then it's impossible. Why are we talking about it then?”
”You had your b.i.t.c.h attack my mages!”
Joseph made a show of looking over at Stella, who clasped her hands in front of her and gave him puppy dog eyes.
”You are saying, a small, eight-year-old girl, defeated grown men, who were also mages? Even if that's true, I'm not sure I would want to admit it publicly.”
Dominic began to trace AIR. It's probably his prized lightning. Joseph grabbed a handful of copper and silver coins in his pocket, and ran towards him. Timing the throw, he flung them at him a few moments before his rune completed. The coins in the air were hit by the lightning and it dispersed back and forth between them like shooting a chain link fence. None of the lightning reached him but the coins were melted by its power. Dominic got a face and chest full of molten silver and copper drops. His screaming filled the room as he fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
Joseph stood in front of him, watching him. He had been thinking about how to beat him ever since he heard about his lightning magic, long before he had mana predator. The smell of burnt hair and cooking meat filled the air.
”Stella knock the idiot out.”
She slowly jogged over behind him and rabbit punched him. Joseph almost broke out in giggles, but his willpower was high enough to prevent it. The memory of her hopping around flashed before his eyes.
”Keep him gagged and bind his hands. I want locked gauntlets if possible, so he can't wiggle his fingers. All of the mages are to be kept away from him and he goes back to the castle on the next transport. Strip his robes, too. Shave his head and eyebrows to make sure you can pick all the slivers out. Commoner clothing is fine. I want him wearing a big sign that says TREASON. I will write the report to the king myself. Honestly, I had enough stuff to do I was trying to ignore the idiot. Round up the mages who were spying earlier. I'll hear their reports after dinner.”