Lord Victor's smile was cryptic, his eyes seemed to gleam with some deeper knowledge that he wasn't yet ready to reveal. "That, Lyerin," he said softly, "is a question for another time."
Lyerin's lips curled into a thin, calculating smile. "I'll accept," he said in a voice as cold as the dungeon's air, "but only if you grant me access to the second-class dungeons as well."
Lord Victor's eyebrows furrowed in contemplation, his hand absently rubbing his chin. He remained silent for a moment, deep in thought, weighing Lyerin's request.
Granting access to the second-class dungeons was no trivial matter—it was reserved for elite members of the Borgias family. But then again, Lyerin had already proved himself as more than just a pawn. He was dangerous, cunning, and undeniably resourceful.
Victor had to decide: was Lyerin more useful as an ally or a threat that needed to be eradicated?
