Chapter 82

                     Zver's p.o.v

I stood from afar listening to the words being said between the two men.

"Did you seriously think you could survive everything without me by your side boy!." The man with gray hair, who looked like he was in his sixties asked furiously.

The man who I recognized as part of the council was kneeling in front of him. His black hair was ruffled and he looked very tired. His facial expression was sad although he had his gaze lowered to the ground. He was slightly trembling and sniffing.

"If not for my hard work and constant pressure on you, you couldn't have been part of the council. I made you who you are today, it was all my doing!" He spat loudly then chuckled softly and moved closer leaning in.

"Answer me, boy!." He commanded strongly.

The man on his knees slowly looked up