“You haven’t touched a thing, Nightroe.”After the secret meeting ended, they were, as always, in the midst of a drinking session, and as the person entrusted with opening the ball, Oxidan wasn’t about to miss any opportunity. He’d noticed that Nightroe had been silent the whole time, occasionally looking annoyed when Orlando spoke. The two brothers who had finally… been looking closer lately.“Have a little,” Oxidan added as he poured wine into a glass. He almost offered it directly to Nightroe.However, the man immediately said, “No, Uncle. My wife has prepared a special drink. She insists I finish it.”Oxidan raised an eyebrow. He was naturally curious because this was an unusual pattern.“What kind of special drink?” he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.“Just juice.”However, Nightroe’s brief answer surprised him even more.“Just juice? You can throw it away then,” Oxidan continued. He couldn’t recall a time when Nightroe had ever truly obeyed
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