Clandestine missions so early in the term? That didn't bother Helios in the slightest. He practically bristled at the thought.

Why was he made privy to such knowledge? That was the thought he had to turn over in his head.

Even down among the dank, dark dungeons, Helios could smell a plot cooking. The prince was playing it cool and calm, as if he exuded an aura that kept him dry in the humid conditions.

The Greek shifted slightly in his seat with Abbys dismissal. He would have to keep an eye on that one in the future. In the present, Helios couldn't help but flash a small grin as the professor smiled.

There was much for the young man to learn from the old man. Some lessons could not be taught in classrooms.