I've only said six sentences to you in total, and you immediately make a deranged request like asking me to kill someone. Is that really appropriate? We have absolutely no foundation of trust...
Little Bad King could not fathom the Second Seat's thoughts. After only a slight pause, he answered readily, "Master teaches his disciple spells, and his disciple puts those spells at Master's service... that is only natural."
He did not ask whom he was supposed to kill or how great the risks were. Nor did he display any hesitation or anxiety. His face showed only an eagerness to curry favor, a desire to seize every opportunity to climb higher, and his answer positively dripped with flattery.
Little Bad King deliberately adopted this expression, as though saying, "Master, being forgotten for two years feels awful! I really want to make something of myself... just look at this sorry face. I was born looking like a scheming little villain who clings to power and wealth... choosing me will absolutely be your wisest decision this year."
Someone who had joined only two years ago and exchanged fewer than ten sentences with his master should never have reacted so excitedly upon being asked to kill someone. An ordinary disciple would only feel fear, alarm, and hesitation... frankly, Little Bad King's reaction was abnormal. His rotten-bastard persona was far too obvious.
Surprisingly, however, the Second Seat, who emerged from behind the enormous screen, showed no surprise whatsoever at Little Bad King's reaction.
Little Bad King glanced at him from the corner of his eye and thought, Sure enough, nobody in this world gets "entrusted with important work" for no reason. Two whole years... I wasn't qualified to see him, but he could watch my every move...!
He suspected that he had been under