Chapitre 48: Marshalls

Darius was told that he was going to be the centrepiece of the ball. Many nobles from all walks of power would approach him and give him many irresistible offers. The old man had told Darius that he would only accept Darius as a disciple if he refused all those offers. Darius was thrilled because this meant that he would escape the old man's clutches.

Pain, that word stuck out like a sore thumb in his eardrums whenever he thought of the old man's visage. Like how one couldn't think about death without some fear.

Darius was aware that the old man was powerful and rich, but Darius was more than happy to jump ship if he got an offer.

…

"Are you not afraid he will jump ship?"

Fay poured some tea and gave some to her master.

"I have a plan for that, don't worry my dear."

"Oh my."