"Seriously. What kind of mage did the royal family summon to train you?" a man said with a sigh as Abidmei stretched her arms out. Abidemi sighed as she looked at the sky. "What happened to the one that trained the prince?"
He was a middle-aged man with shaved dark black hair, blue eyes, and dark skin. He was built like a soldier since he was one and he wore the family pattern with some baggy whitish blue pants.
"He died Uncle Alake." Abidemi said as Alake let out a huff.
"That old bastard. Dead. I find that hard to believe." Alake said as he crossed his arms. He looked at Ife and Abidemi as they stood up straight. " I thought that old grump would outlast us all."
" Not everyone lives forever, Uncle Alake." Abidemi said, which made Alake snorted.