"Father!" Alek could hear the resentment in Jonas's voice.
"It's a fact, and we have to accept it. Magic Talent isn't reliably passed down. That's a well-known principle. Even if your mother and I are special, it doesn't mean you would be born a powerful Caster."
Jonas pouted and sank back into the sofa, refusing to say another word.
Alek gave an awkward smile. He was a little envious that the father and son could interact like this. In that moment, he really wanted to write a letter to Wog.
Richard continued, speaking to Alek, "When you enroll this time, you two should be placed in the same class. Alek, you seem very level-headed. Could I trouble you to look after Jonas? Most importantly, don't let him reveal that he's my son inside the Magic Tower."
"I can do my best to follow your instructions, but why?"
