"How clever!" Herpo narrowed his eyes slightly and could not help praising him again, though there was now a trace of sourness in his tone.
"By doing this, he made that Guardian draw his own conclusions about the possible situation... That way, the Guardian's doubts would be greatly reduced."
"Herpo, you reacted quickly as well." A cold smile appeared at the corner of Voldemort's mouth. "I also noticed something... You understand Severus's way of thinking quite well. You've truly improved a great deal!"
Hearing Voldemort say this, Herpo closed his eyes, his lips pressed tightly together.
Though those words sounded like praise, they meant something else entirely. Voldemort was plainly saying that he, like Snape, was nothing more than a servant.
In fact, before this, he had been inferior even to the servant Voldemort spoke of.
He did consider himself a servant, but he was My Lord's servant—and, aside from My Lord, the Shepherd who stood above everyone else.
From that perspective, Voldemort's words were undoubtedly a naked insult.
It would have been tolerable in the past, but now that the plan had progressed this far, he found such humiliation increasingly unbearable.
Yet before the plan was truly complete, he could only force down his surging resentment behind tightly shut eyes and pressed lips.
Calchas continued monitoring Wizet and Snape's conversation through the Eye of Heaven.
However, the content of their conversation made him instinctively swallow, while a fine sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"What is it?" Voldemort noticed Calchas's unusual reaction. "What did they say? Could it be that Wizet... has discovered Severus's identity?"
"Uh..." Calchas opened his mouth, his scalp tingling as he struggled to organize his words. "It's just... that servant, in order to gain the Guardian's trust... started analyzing you..."
"Analyzing me?" Voldemort raised