[Di Carpio Household]
"Hah!" Marshal let out a derisive snort with the phone pressed to his ear. "You've made me plenty of promises, Memphis, yet Lucian is still alive and kicking."
A chuckle came from the other end of the line.
"Marshal, I told you to be patient. As I said before we struck our deal, these things take time. But trust me, the wait will be worth it."
Marshal's frown deepened as he clicked his tongue.
"As long as you're keeping your end of the bargain, there won't be any problems," Memphis replied calmly. "You understand that, don't you?"
Marshal didn't answer immediately. Instead, he listened to the arrogant newcomer of Dominion, whose ambition far exceeded that of anyone else. Then again, Memphis had secured his position by sacrificing his own blood and bending Dominion's rules to earn a seat in the High Chamber.
"If that's all, then I'll take my leave—"
Memphis paused when Marshal finally spoke.
