Undercurrents
While the man was reveling in his disgust for his third brother, he was reminded of the last scene he had seen in Agis Stirlander's residence.
'Not bad... She is more beautiful than my fifth wife, however, her figure isn't up to par... After all of this is over, perhaps I can make her my sixth wife, no?'
His lips curved in disdain.
'Yes, a commoner doesn't deserve to be my wife. I'll just make her my slave and settle her in my palace, only able to wait upon me in her significant future...'
'But for that, my schemes would have to first work!' The man's lips curved even more before a shadowy figure appeared behind him.
Nevertheless, the shadow did nothing.
"Hmph, that lowlife didn't even realize my disguise! You have done well, casting a powerful illusion over me!"