"That girl was quite good, but there was a clear difference between their levels." Bishop Tarley stated, rubbing his chin in contemplation. "It's a shame, she probably could have made it to the quarter finals in any other year."
The man beside him wordlessly scoffed, clearly not impressed by the match they'd just witnessed.
"Such raw power but barely any intelligence. I doubt he'll get scouted by any of the decent noble houses." The large Lord Marbury stated snidely.
"This is why you're family is still a middling noble house Beau," Lord Bishop said with a self-satisfied grin, "the less brains they have, the more work they'll do without question."
"Then what's the difference between them and a slave?" he scowled in response.
"Exactly. Commoners are nothing more than slaves to begin with."
Bishop Tarley let out a sigh, his expression finally changing as he turned to Octavius. "Octavius, do I need to remind you about my origins? Or do you see me as a mere slave too?"
