A cacophony of noise, curses, and sobs enveloped Ansel's mansion, yet the young man gazing at the snowy landscape from his study remained serene, unshaken.
"Young master," Saville bowed slightly, "Shall we deal with those you've arranged to incite the people?"
"There's no need, Saville," the young Hydral replied calmly, "I've never had to hide anything from Seraphina."
The loyal butler changed the subject, "Your plan seems to be nearing its end."
"Just a little more," Ansel's face finally showed a hint of a smile, "Just a bit more, and the most crucial piece will be in place."
Hearing this, Saville couldn't help but sigh, "It's been a long and costly process of training. Miss Seraphina should feel truly honored and grateful for your treatment."
"You mustn't say that to her now, Saville," Ansel shook his head, "She would fight you to the death."
