A madness that ought not to have been allowed to be. Years of scheming, corruption, and unpredictability.
"Professor," Oliver asked, unable to hold the question back, despite the man being in the middle of an explanation. Professor Wyndon fixed him with a look over the top of his glasses that made his irritation obvious. "Does that mean this is a Blessing that it's possible to grow."
The man narrowed his eyes and waggled his finger. Was it the use of Oliver's word 'Blessing'? The other didn't seem to notice the oddity, and the man made sure to skip over it. "It is a connection," he said. "A connection with a God, a connection with an army, a connection with people. I am stronger at this, because I have a greater connection with my God, and I have a greater connection to these pieces than Lady Blackthorn. I will not give away more secrets on it than that. The purpose of these Command lessons is for a student to feel what it means to Command, and to lead. The connection to our preferred God is a mere augmentation of that – a manifestation of a noble's innate ability to lead."