Unchanged
"Shut.... the hell up man. Get a grip, you aren't greater than me... it's quite obvious, isn't it?" Sol exclaimed brazenly.
A resounding, loud, and sharp gasp sounded through the crowd in unison.
Orion was also heavily taken aback, 'I knew he had a witch tongue, but this... is the sign of a cursed mind in itself!'
Well... he wasn't wrong.
"Watch your tongue... boy," Orion said in a low tone, his serious demeanor giving many chills.
Seeing the king so serious was nerve-wracking. Even Levi hadn't seen this, at least not in a very long time.
The prince looked back at Sol, whose gaze did not seem to be falling short whatsoever.
"Watch yours, mere mortal," Sol said in an equally serious voice. Although his personality had changed a tiny bit ever since coming to Nemeris, he was still Atlas Vain Wysrial through and through.
The Undying Cursed Magus.