Explosion is an art
"Kaiser… He's too important," Theodore began, his voice low and heavy with authority. "The people revere and adore him. You don't know how useful he is ... He doesn't know that he only gets to stay in the light because of the things I do in the dark... He should be grateful... "
The man completely unfazed by Theodore's dark mood just giggled. "So the plan to kill his brother was just a little… nudge? To get him nice and angry at the nobles, make him a better attack dog? How cold~"
Theodore grit his teeth. "Think whatever you like, I need him focussed so that he does what I want..." he growled. "But the Black Mask… I want him dead. Did you do it?"
A look of excitement flickered in the empty eyes of the man. "Yes~," he purred, drawing out the word and saying it with sweetness.
"I even put a tracker on Blackie's shadow, just like you asked. How will you reward me~"
Theodore narrowed his eyes. "Reward You?" he asked with disdain.