Chapter 38: Interested in Taking on a Disciple?

"Sir, you're joking," Atreus Lyson said with a strained chuckle. "It was just a little folk remedy." One of the female caregivers couldn't hold it in. "Then what was that golden light just now?" Atreus cleared his throat and started lying with a straight face. "That? Maybe it was light refracting off a piece of glass or something. I was wondering too. It was ridiculously bright…" Ian Shirvinton didn't press him. He only studied Atreus for a long moment, then turned to Winter Shirvinton. "Lanlan,...