Third Person's POV
The deacon's eyes gleamed upon hearing that name.
Though he belonged to the Empire of Abyssal Dominion, he was not born of nobility, and he had clawed his way up through mercenary work, bloodshed, and countless battles, while seizing every opportunity to rise.
Two favours from a Count rank house, and it being the Wilds family, which was one of the strongest families beneath the Marquis nobles, was an opportunity he could not afford to ignore.
It was especially a good opportunity for a person like him who had no backing for himself. Latching behind the coattails of a powerful organisation or family was one of the tricks he had learned long ago.
Images of a flourishing future flashed through his mind, and greed slowly stained his gaze crimson as he turned back to Ethan.
"You brat!" he roared with even greater enthusiasm and authority contained in his voice.
