Cassius wiped his hands on a cloth Lucius provided, then tossed it aside.
He then looked at the Valheim mansion, the grand, oppressive structure that had housed generations of evil.
"The house?" He asked.
"Already cleared, Young Master." Lucius replied. "Every room...Even the dungeons beneath."
"The Valheims kept their own...entertainment chambers. We found survivors."
"They've been freed and sent away."
Cassius nodded. "Burn it. There's no need for this place to exist."
"Yes, Young Master!" Lucius replied enthusiastically, practically scurrying away like an arsonist who had just been handed his dream assignment.
"Hold on."
Lucius stopped in his tracks and immediately turned around.
"Yes, Young Master?"
Cassius looked at him for a brief moment before giving a small nod.
"...Good work today."
For a heartbeat, Lucius froze.
It was such a simple compliment.
Yet to him, it felt more precious than any treasure in the world.
