"What a clever move!" Herpo narrowed his eyes slightly and could not help praising him again, though there was now a trace of bitterness in his tone.
"By doing this, he made that Guardian draw the possible conclusions himself... That way, the Guardian's doubts would be greatly reduced."
"Herpo, your reaction was quick as well." A cold smile appeared at the corner of Voldemort's lips. "I also noticed something... You understand Severus's way of thinking quite well. You've truly improved a lot!"
Upon hearing Voldemort's words, Herpo closed his eyes, his lips pressed tightly together.
Though the remark sounded like praise, it meant something else entirely. Voldemort was clearly saying that he, like Snape, was nothing more than a servant.
Before this, he had even been inferior to the servant Voldemort spoke of.
He did consider himself a servant, but he was the servant of "The Master," and, apart from "The Master," he was the "Shepherd" who stood above everyone else.
From that perspective, Voldemort's words were undoubtedly a naked insult.
It would have been one thing in the past, but now that the plan had progressed this far, he was finding such humiliation increasingly difficult to endure.
Yet before the plan was truly complete, he could only force down the surging resentment with tightly shut eyes and pursed lips.
Carcas continued monitoring Vizet and Snape's conversation through the "Heavenly Eye."
However, what the two said next made him swallow instinctively, fine beads of sweat seeping across his forehead.
"What's wrong?" Voldemort noticed something was wrong with Carcas. "What did they say? Could it be that Vizet... has realized Severus's identity?"
"Uh..." Carcas opened his mouth, feeling his scalp go numb as he struggled to organize his words. "It's just... that servant, in order to gain the Guardian's trust... started