The noble slowly sank into his lavish armchair, his frustration now replaced by a sinister smirk.
"Do tell me…" he murmured, resting his chin against his intertwined fingers.
The butler bowed slightly, his expression unreadable.
"All we need, my lord, is the man's description," he said smoothly.
"One of the captured assassins will surely have seen him. We simply need to bribe a guard—nothing too difficult."
The noble chuckled, swirling the wine in his glass.
"Oh… that's a good idea." He took a slow sip, then raised a brow. "But what if they ask for our help?"
The butler understood his master's concern. The captured assassins—fools who had failed him—would likely beg for assistance once they realized they were being used as mere tools.
He exhaled softly, brushing invisible dust off his sleeve.
"Do not concern yourself with that, my lord. I will handle it… properly."
The noble's smirk widened.
"Good. Make sure this is dealt with cleanly."
"As you command, my lord."
