But before his words could even settle, a feminine voice rang out.
"Impossible. You're two years past the normal age for evolution, and you just barely made it. I'm willing to bet there's a drawback to your evolution. Whatever you do there will reflect on the other Veins… and stain everything we stand for."
The one who had just spoken was another Pulse.
Marisa Von Sanguine.
She was the second born of Othric and a woman who could be summed up in three traits, ruthless, proud, and fiercely protective of the family's reputation.
And because of that last fact, she bore an irreparable hatred for Malakai.
He was a stain on that reputation, and she had always searched for a chance to erase him.
The other Veins and Highbloods couldn't help but nod in agreement.
If Malakai, a fourteen-year-old, ended up weaker, even after evolving, than those younger than him, it would be a disgrace. One that would reflect directly on the main family.
Still, Malakai didn't retract his request.
