The woman hadn't spoken a single word since they stepped foot into this world. She was almost like a fly on the wall.
She had thought that she was supposed to be Sylas' insurance here—that she would be the one to fight the Minotaur King to settle things. She had been convinced that her slavery was the only reason Sylas had taken her in.
Little did she know that Sylas wasn't such a person.
Sylas didn't feel that he was above such an action. But if he didn't need to use someone else, he wouldn't.
As far as he was concerned, someone stupid enough to be caught beneath his thumb was likewise far less competent than himself. If they could fall so easily, then any problems that they would deem to be problems if they were in his shoes… wouldn't by default also be problems for him.
What others saw as problems, he saw as clearly solvable.
She wasn't here to help him. She was here as an information sieve and to witness.
