Garion watched Veyrion leave before turning back toward Slifera. "So…"
He grabbed another piece of roasted beast meat and pointed it at him. "Why does that Veyrion guy hate you so much?"
Slifera's glowing blue eyes narrowed slightly. "It's complicated."
Garion raised an eyebrow. "Complicated how?"
"You're an A2 Threat Evaluation, right?" Garion continued. "That means you're considered a genius too. So why is he acting like you're some trash?"
Slifera sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Because Veyrion is from one of the main bloodline branches of the Silverian Race."
Garion blinked. "Main bloodline?"
Slifera nodded slowly. "I'm from a side branch."
His voice remained calm, but there was obvious annoyance underneath.
"Even though I'm talented, to people like him, side branch members are still inferior unless we completely surpass them."
Dahlia frowned. "That's stupid."
Rovak snorted. "That's why I hate that bastard."
