Ashok's slight nod was deliberate, a movement that conveyed a quiet authority. His eyes gleamed with a cold, almost imperceptible satisfaction, the corners of his lips twitching in a fleeting expression of victory.
"At least with time, you've grown wiser than those two," he said, his tone laced with subtle disdain. His gaze flicked toward the Head Butler and Cassius, who stood off to the side, their discomfort palpable.
"I will begin the cure. Give me the Mind Recovery potion."
The Duke nodded without hesitation, he had already given his words, he had full trust in Ashok. He released Ashok's wrists, his hands steady, and stepped back. With a swift motion, he used one of his rings to access his personal treasury.
