"Matters within the Shadow Hand are best left undisturbed by outsiders," Elegance advised. "However, Lord Cruel, do not forget the President's directive that the number of Shadow Hand captains must remain at no fewer than four."
"Of course, of course." Lord Cruel responded with an innocent smile. He glanced at Passion's wound, then at the calm-faced Indulgence whose hands were uncontrollably tapping on the armchair. He coyly said, "There's honestly no rush, everyone. What's not to be slowly discussed over? Today is a day of celebration. Shouldn't everyone be preparing to enjoy this lavish feast set before us?"
The veins on the back of Indulgence's hand pulsed violently as she gripped tight onto the armrest of her chair. Before she could react, a hand covered in fresh blood pressed onto her thigh. Passion gave a small shake of his head, preventing her from acting on her growing impulsivity. The corner of Indulgence's eyes twitched as her body remained noticeably tense.
