"Hihihi!" Aquitius the fifth giggled with an evil smirk on his face.
He was sitting on his throne in the hall room, and the door was closed. It was pitch dark, and the only light in the throne room came from the radiating pillar and its reflection on the chandelier.
"It has been three days since I sent that outsider to the Ribel kingdom and gave him the task of kidnapping Rilu," he sneered.
"I honestly don't care if he manages to complete my task or not. However, if he indeed managed to complete my task and bring me Rilu, I will undo the seal on my part— but that's highly unlikely."
"Hehe!" he scoffed out loud and muttered, "My guess is that my dear brother, the sixth would have slain those outsiders and his companion."
"And if that happens, the seventh would get angry because he killed his important guest."
He clenched his fist and continued, "Then, the seventh and the sixth will fight, and I am certain that the seventh will win."
