However, Darius was not satisfied with just that.
How could he when those pests were still living comfortably? The same ones who had dared to harm Xion?
Maiming Soren had only been a temporary measure. Darius knew all too well how vital power was to the Marquis' household.
In fact, such was the case for every noble family.
He understood it better than most. After all, he was the same.
Without power, no one would listen to your words, no matter how wise they sounded. And with power? Even the most foolish king could have an entourage of sycophants laughing loudly at his most useless jokes.
Such was the difference power could bring.
And Darius fully intended to exploit that difference when it came to his interests.
As someone groomed to become the heir of the Marquis estate, Soren's influence had always been tied to his ability to act, to command.
Now that he couldn't even lift his fingers to write his own name, how was he supposed to wield authority?
