The black-clad figure gradually disappeared into the distance.
The eunuch kneeling beside the senior eunuch let out a deep sigh of relief. Raising his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, he said with lingering fear, "Godfather, His Highness is truly terrifying. We'd have been better off staying with our former master."
"Even if we sometimes got dirty looks or a beating, that... that would still be better than this, where we could lose our heads at any moment."
The young eunuch kept his head lowered as he spoke in a hushed voice, failing to notice the senior eunuch's increasingly dark gaze until a slap struck him across the face.
Clutching his cheek, the young eunuch looked up in shock, only to find the senior eunuch staring coldly at him as though he were a dead man and a stranger.
"Godfather..."
Belatedly, he looked toward the others. They all stared back at him in fear, and only then did he realize what he had said.
He immediately raised his hands and frantically slapped himself. Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Godfather, Godfather, Little Table said the wrong thing! Please forgive Little Table this once! Godfather, please forgive Little Table this once!"
After slapping himself, the young eunuch suddenly lunged forward and wrapped his arms around the senior eunuch's legs, sobbing that he had been wrong.
A moment later, however, the senior eunuch kicked him away.
"From the moment you left that place and entered this one, you belonged here. Whether you live or die is for His Highness to decide. He is your master. He is your heaven."
"Yet you harbor such thoughts. Little Table, you needn't call me your godfather anymore. I cannot tolerate a godson like you, intent on serving two masters. I have no respect for someone who