"I certainly know it's not simple," Randall approached Horace, whispering harshly into his ear, "How could someone who can produce a Purple Wish Token be simple? Didn't the Commander mention it before? You were also tasked to investigate, yet you were still fooled by the Lady's performance."
Horace's pupils shrank, and he sneered at himself, "I was indeed deceived by the Lady's performance; she is the most talented actress I've ever seen."
This time, it was a complete downfall, all his lifetime honor gone.
After he finished, his expression drastically changed, "No good, the Commander..."
"You're overthinking it. The Commander has always been lucid," Randall said contemptuously, "You truly disappoint me, tsk tsk tsk... This stain will never wash off."
"But... the Commander, he has developed feelings," Horace said, his voice barely audible.
