The maid, outside the door had heard the conversation between the father and the son. And had immediately rushed into the castle to inform his great grandmother, Queen of this great Elven city.
Soon, the information had spread like wild fire, even reaching Enel's siblings that were back at the training room.
On hearing that their littlest brother was challenging the crow, they all laughed at this, but there all rushed out as they would take any opportunity that was presented to them to enjoy embarrassing their brother.
After all, he was not like them. He had began to speak at the age of six months, and before then, he had already been a weird child. He never cried, not even when he pooped his pants and was uncomfortable. He always carried a gaze like that of a seasoned warrior. It creeped every body out.