Sylvester Archipelago

Lucia looked into Tiberius's eyes. He felt her reading his thoughts and rummaging through his memories.
- Does the golden boy, Lutiel, have problems? - she asked with a smirk.

Tiberius wasn't surprised that the sorceress could read minds; it was quite predictable, considering the incident with the slave trader, whom he had witnessed the day before, although it was somewhat unpleasant.
-Yes, if you can call it that. But he may not even be aware of these problems yet.