The room fell into a suffocating silence, each member of the Borgias family processing the audacity of Lyerin's demand.
His calm, almost mocking demeanor echoed in their minds like a sinister lullaby.
They could not believe it—let him go? After all the chaos he had caused, after manipulating Lord Victor, and after killing Lyuzen's clone in the ruined magical world?
The mere suggestion was insane.
Lord Victor's jaw clenched as he glared at Lyerin through narrowed eyes.
He had been outwitted once, played like a puppet on strings by this very boy standing before him in that cage.
The humiliation of being manipulated, especially by someone like Lyerin—a halfling—still burned inside him like a poison he could never purge.
His voice, sharp and dripping with suppressed rage, broke the silence.
"Let you go? After all the trouble you've caused? Do you really believe we're that foolish?"
