Chapter 4

“Y-Y-Young Master?!”

Kael, who was accustomed to beheading enemies on the battlefield, was momentarily stunned for a fraction of a second. It was not because he hesitated, but because the brutality of that order transcended the bounds of any political reason. Castrating the Prime Minister’s only son was tantamount to declaring open war on the most powerful bureaucratic faction in the palace.

However, upon seeing Theodore’s pair of black eyes—as dark as a bottomless abyss—Kael knew this was no mere bluff. His young master had shed the last remnants of his naivety and been reborn as a conquering demon.

“Carry it out.” Theodore’s voice was no more than an icy whisper, yet its authoritarian resonance compelled Kael’s body to move instinctively.