He finished speaking; there was nothing more to say.
Aorus bowed his head, quietly awaiting the Creator Realm Mage's verdict.
"Sit down, child," Hadrian said as he poured another glass of wine for him, "Look how worked up you are! Drink to calm your nerves."
"Thank you... I apologize for my rudeness, Mr. Hadrian." Aorus returned to his chair, took the glass, and drained it in one gulp. The cold liquid burned his throat.
"Never mind! You know what? You remind me of your father. He was the same when he was young, always speaking loudly, thinking he was the best in the world... Now he's not so impulsive anymore, more steady in his actions, but I still liked the younger Gaius. Because he had dreams in his eyes when he was young, daring to do what others wouldn't."
Hadrian looked at the sunlight, swirling the bottle. He stared at the amber liquid with a slight smile on his face.
