Red Temple

Dorian's interest was piqued by the prospect of a wager, and he listened with growing curiosity. His arrogance had blinded him to the possibility of failure.

"A wager of what sort?" Dorian inquired, now more intrigued than dismissive.

"I'll give you as many chances as you want to fight me," Arthur explained, his grin widening. "But there's a price. Every time I defeat you, you'll have to complete one task I assign. How does that sound?"

Dorian, ever the cocky challenger, didn't hesitate to agree. "Just that?" he mumbled, not giving it much thought. "I'll accept, on the condition that once I defeat you, you become my follower."

"Agreed," Arthur replied, extending his hand for a handshake, which Dorian accepted. Little did Dorian know that each task Arthur assigned would serve as a means to gradually change the young man, exposing him to the suffering of the people. It was Arthur's plan to make this immature youth more empathetic.