Deer's Sing Hall.
"You didn't see him at all?"
Naito, smoking his pipe, listened to his subordinate's report and lifted his gaze in astonishment.
The subordinate nodded. "That's right. It's like he doesn't take any of this seriously at all."
"That guy Huai Shi has already swollen to this extent? In the end he's still young—can't even be bothered to put up a façade. Very good. When Heaven wants someone to perish, it first drives him mad… Addicted to the expansion of Power, blind to everyone else, it won't be long before he loses the people's hearts completely."
Naito tapped his pipe, pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Tell William and Kanda we want to see further results from him."
He said, "The sooner the better."
"Yes, sir!"
The subordinate nodded, turned, and left.
In the gloom, only Naito remained, quietly staring at the flickering ember in the bowl of his pipe.
The faint sparks lit up those cold, sinister eyes.
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