"Then we must demonstrate it," Lucas declared, a glint appearing in his scarred eyes. "We must wage a campaign of indulgence. We will not merely spoil her; we will force her to demand more! We will show her that the entire Bastion exists solely to cater to her most ridiculous whims!"
Kaelus straightened up, his mind latching onto the plan with the fervor of a starving man.
If there was one thing Duke Kaelus von Nacht understood, it was holding a relentless campaign.
"Gather the Vanguard," Kaelus commanded, his voice ringing with renewed, lethal determination. "Operation: Throwing Tantrum commences immediately."
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The problem with trying to teach a reincarnated, twenty-something cynical artist how to act like a spoiled six-year-old was that Seraphina was blissfully unaware of the psychological warfare being waged around her.
From Seraphina's perspective, her behavior was entirely logical.
She was living in a fortress owned by a corrupt industrialist.
