There was something for the young boy to be scared of when it came to the court magicians. Like in all countries, the emperor tended to be advised at all times by a group of senior magicians, people who's supposed power and prowess in battle made them apparently fit for leadership.
Of course, Yomi wasn't going to argue with that; he was given power, and people got off his back about not living up to his mother's example. It's not his fault she was one of the strongest mages in the history of the Empire, how was someone like him supposed to live up to someone like her?
There was very little to suggest that the boy would be bothered today, especially since very few people actually knew that he was coming home, but Yomi was not one of those ignorant peasants who waited until he got gossip to find people.
Truly, he was not. It wasn't his fault he'd heard people whispering about the boy's presence in the palace, he wasn't eavesdropping or anything. He was just one of the ones brave enough to actually interrupt whatever it was that the young prince had in mind right now.
The prince, Adam, was a spoiled brat in Mi's opinion, always having to have everything his own way or he'd throw a little hissy fit. Not that he would ever say something like that to the boy's face. Emotional pain was sweet, but you could never keep your position in a court like this if you went out of your way to piss off the royal family. The amount of nepotism that was shown throughout the court was almost amazing.
The lock of the room's door would glow with a noticeable golden light, before it melted, turning into a metallic puddle on the floor, pooling around the entrance to the room. For magicians like Adam, the black rukh that accompanied the melting lock was a bad sign, and was almost familiar considering the few mages in the royal court with a black alignment, almost like a calling card.
Without anything to impede his entrance, Mi walked in without even announcing himself. His clothes were the usual black robe with a white haori, the sign of his position as a court magician. A small, polite smile met his face as he stood in the doorway, his infamous staff held in his right hand, resting on it like a walking stick.
"You know, it's not very polite to come home without telling anyone." he chided playfully, with an almost teasing twinkle in the tone. "I can't imagine what your father would say if he knew you'd not even bothered to send a messenger ahead. Does his son not want his presence to be known?"