"What's the matter with you, Kolof? Even simple truthful words are capable of enraging you so much? It just proves that you are the real weak one."
Kolof took a deep breath to speak as his throat was blocked with fury. But this time, it was not only rage that lit up his green eyes and irreparably distorted his already ungrateful blond face into a mask of pure ugliness, no, there was also displayed a certain mark of insecurity that Miron called understandable but certainly not compassionate. His small body, rather robust, contrasted strongly with that of Miron. The image they were giving at that moment had to be rather hilarious.
"You and your big mouth. You always thought you were really smart and special, Miron, didn't you? Just because, unlike the others, you were singularly deposited at the door of this evil edifice, that you or your filthy family had been hated enough that this mysterious and equally powerful being had gone to such lengths to make you suffer to the core. But all that will end tonight. I will be there to witness your unstoppable death. Like everyone else, you will try desperately to save your pitiful little life. But in the end, you will both die in agony, humiliated, devoured and completely alone. It will be the greatest spectacle I will ever see before I forget it like all the others."
"Sorry, Kolof," the young mage simply said with an impassive air that astonished, then strongly irritated the chief of the minions, especially when he heard what followed. "Someone better than you, and by far, I might add, had already come to tell me the same thing, but I don't blame you for repeating it, since you yourself chose to be what you are. To answer you: it will probably be my death, indeed. But at least I will be as usual, seen and admired by others, even by monsters as depraved as those who live in Athok. And as you said so well, I have a great, an incredible value that makes me special beyond all of you, unlike you, who are totally invisible and replaceable.
This time Kolof couldn't take it anymore, so he raised his fist and was about to hit Miron violently when a terrible thick mist rose up and invaded the whole room in a second to darken it in all its aspects. And out of these black and sickening veils appeared Sirkol.
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"Stop, Kolof," he ordered calmly in a tone that would make anyone break out in a cold sweat. In any case, Kolof understood the danger and promptly released his grip, before loosely retreating back to his group.
"Miron and his friend are tonight's special guests. They are entitled to all the good things here that are always offered to the chosen ones, and to be left in peace to enjoy them as they wish."
And even though Sirkol terrified his henchmen, for he had just spoken with certainty of the approaching end of Kolof's much-hated enemies, the whole group offered a snide and victorious sneer to Miron, who once again responded to this disguised provocation with an innocence as feigned as it was unpleasant.
"Did you hear him 'Kolof'? Or rather little submissive slave of Sirkol. You've already taken your filthy hand off me, which is a good thing. Anyway, you don't have the power to disobey, don't you? This is your place. And we all know that's not going to change, not now and not in the future. Now, that you're no longer useful, as usual, you and your stinking minions had better get out, so Kei and I can finish our party in peace. Get out of here!"
At these words, the obnoxious laughter of the persecutors suddenly stopped. Kolof clenched his fists fiercely, his face red with anger, and no longer holding back, returned to Miron and grabbed him by the neck again. Sirkol shrugged slightly.
"Are you so incapable of changing your ways a little, Kolof? Even for such a trivial thing you are an incompetent."
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"I told you to leave them alone, Kolof. I will not repeat myself."
"But Master, he insulted me, should I let that go?" the latter exclaimed, shaking with fear, anger and frustration.
"Yes, that's what I'm saying. "
And the look that accompanied these too calm words made everyone in the room tremble.
And too cowardly as usual, Kolof immediately withdrew his hand from his worst enemy, but not without first forgetting to push him away with a violence that made him topple on his chair. After a last look full of hatred, the group of teenagers timidly walked away into the darkness. Sirkol stared at Miron and slowly approached.
"Forgive them, Miron. They are a bit impatient. But you must understand that this is natural under such exceptional circumstances."
"Of course, I am perfectly aware of that fact, just as one can only forgive those weak and futile beings who have neither the power nor the will to leave their lackey position and have to suffer for it forever. And I'm not just talking about Kolof."
The heartless wizard shrugged, indifferent.
"That's just an insignificant detail."
The director approached, casting a cold glance at the two boys' sumptuous meal. Then, with a sardonic smile, he exclaimed.
"Oh, but you don't have any alcohol, boys!"
"We're underage," Kei stupidly replied with infuriating quickness.
The wizard continued, as if the latter had said nothing.
"We mustn't forget this crucial accompaniment, to go with all these dishes so refined that one only tastes once in his life, this life so limited. It's unforgivable especially when you know how important this evening is, don't you think?"
"But they say their taste is disgusting." Intervened again the blond boy unconscious of his nonsense, and unable as always to judge the atmosphere.
Miron turned to his fool buddy and gave him an eloquent look so that he understood the message, and the interested party received it, because he immediately corrected himself.
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