How did he miss such an important piece of information before?! Who would have thought that a timid princeling like Wilhelm has can be so viciously fierce to headbutt a guy. Kell sincerely hopes the creep lost a tooth or two.

"Wille, you rascal! This is brilliant!" he laughs. He wishes he could have seen this. The look on the other guy's face must have been priceless. "Well, well, so you do have some fire in you after all."

"Why the hell indeed," Kell replies with a wicked grin. "I think you are going to do just fine, just keep that attitude."

Like it or not, Kell just put himself in charge of making sure that whenever some moron as much as looks at Wilhelm funny, they'd have reasons to regret their lack of manners. Kell has no reservations against imparting the knowledge acquired during his illicit escapades on Wilhelm. If only that means that the younger prince feels a bit more secure, a bit more confident about himself, it's already worth it. But Kell has a more selfish reason for helping. Whatever boosts Wilhelm's confidence will, eventually, help him better control his magic too. It makes all the sense now that Wilhelm's chosen element is fire. He has so much of it, and yet it is so deeply buried and restricted, that no wonder it explodes whenever it finds a crack.