"Moreover, he has also begun to delay the supply of pure Blood Dew to the Blood Moon Clan, a behavior that must be corrected."
Uphemia's eyes shone with excitement.
The Blood Tear Duke is now an Apostle of the Abyss, and if she could successfully "teach" him a lesson, it would undoubtedly greatly enhance her rating in the New Star Plan, maybe even propel her to the top position.
"I understand, Father. Asmond, that wild dog, indeed needs to be whipped a bit to see who the true master is."
"Finally, and most importantly," the King of Blood's voice took on a deeply unfathomable tone:
"Find a way to approach the young Wizard named Ron Ralph; there is a quality in him that we need..."
The spiral in the blood-eye twisted and changed as if something terrifying was brewing:
"If we can turn him into our ally, or rather... a servant, the success rate of the entire plan will significantly increase."
Upon hearing this, Uphemia felt a subtle unease.
