Simon's voice trembled slightly, though he tried to mask it with curiosity. His body was still recovering from the self-inflicted lashes, his shirt clinging to his sweat-soaked back, the wounds slowly closing thanks to the healing runes on his belt.
He glanced up at Jason, eyes flickering with a desperate hope that his father had a real plan this time. A plan that would finally get rid of Kent.
Jason's eyes gleamed with a certain cruel satisfaction as he clasped his hands behind his back and paced around the spacious chamber.
"What is it, father? Tell me now." Simon asked with an eager face.
"Hahaha… Because now, that damn Kent has sealed his own fate," Jason replied, his smile widening with a gleam of malicious intent. He turned to face Simon, the excitement bubbling in his voice as if he were on the verge of revealing a delicious secret.
