Ravan's eyes widened in shock, his lips trembling as he muttered, "A-are you sure this will work?"
His voice quivered with doubt as he glanced at the Clown, uncertainty written all over his face.
The Clown only shrugged. "It'll work, if you cooperate, that is." His tone was light, almost playful.
However, behind the painted smile, a cold glint flickered in his eyes as he watched Ravan's hesitant expression.
Although Ravan appeared calm and thoughtful on the outside, deep down he was filled with excitement.
'If this works,' he thought, 'then the other two ducal houses will be on their knees before me.'
A cold light flickered across his face as he spoke, "Why me? I'm sure plenty of nobles, except a few loyal ones, would have agreed."
The Clown smiled, his eyes deep and unreadable.
"Are you asking because you don't know," he said softly, "or because you're trying to probe me?"
He paused for a moment, as if lost in thought, then continued, "Well, whatever the case,"
