"Thank you so much, Lord Mors!"
Lucius leaned back in his chair, a smile still plastered on his face as he shrugged.
"That isn't enough of a reward for you." He muttered. "Come closer."
Luca obeyed immediately.
"I believe these will suit you well…"
Floating in midair were twin daggers as well as a glowing emerald brooch—each a part of the 100 Unique Cursed Weapons Lucius made.
"I will use these to glorify you, Lord Mors!"
"As you should." Lucius stole a glance at his other Heretic Vassals to see if they would offer any resistance or protest to his words.
However, none of them did.
'They must all recognize just how valuable the information Luca brought is and how much loyalty as well as resourcefulness he has shown.'
The room fell into decorum once Luca returned to his seat, everything silent except for the steady flicker of torchlight against the dark stone walls.
