Eliol, who was still clutching the flower in his hands, looked at the guards, and as soon as they looked into his crimson eye, they shuddered and backed away. The young Master was well aware of his eye’s effect on people.
When he’d been ten, a drunken nobleman from a neighboring town had burst into their workshop. He’d demanded that Ollie take his order immediately and had refused to wait in line.
Eliol had tried to reason with him, but the nobleman had simply not wanted to listen and even insulted his mother. At that moment, Eliol had felt such anger that if he’d had his knives in his hands, he would have carved the pig that the nobleman truly was out of his fleshy disguise.
Then something had happened. Their eyes had met, and the nobleman had looked into Eliol’s crimson eye. The boy h
