Chapter 44: Francis

He picked up a moribund book of magic in his trembling hands and began to weep. His tears staining the already half rotten binding, worsening its condition. Watching this happen for the hundredth time today, he let out a dramatic howl of distress, facing the sky.

A hand slapped him upside his head and scolded him, "Stop crying on the books and making them worse! And stop acting like a child! You are at least half a decade older than me, where is your pride? Tsk," Viscount Francis clicked his tongue in disgust.