Dick, feeling the weight of Kyle's scrutinizing gaze, realized he had momentarily let his guard down, allowing a flash of his true self—a flicker of hostility—to show. In an instant, he reverted to his feigned demeanor of the simpleton goblin son, hoping against hope that Kylie hadn't caught the brief lapse.
Kylie, observing the sudden shift back to the idiot facade, sensed something amiss but couldn't quite place the fleeting connection. Her suspicion momentarily piqued, she nevertheless chose to bide her time, watching Dick with a calculating gaze. After all, within the confines of the dungeon and under her dominion, where could he possibly flee?
"In the next month, you will ensure the subjugated princess Brigitte remains as she is. No extraneous matters are allowed until her execution. Do you understand?" Kylie decreed, her voice carrying the weight of an unchallengeable command.