Chapter 160: The Quiet Before the Storm
To think that a child had been born solely as a tool in this man’s schemes... even a soldier like himself couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity.
The Master swirled the wine in his glass, his gaze thoughtful. "Hmm... If the boy is only six years old, there’s still time to mold him. At that age, shaping his mind would be relatively simple. But he is a Di Malvento. Can we truly treat him as though he were just another disposable pawn?"
The Master stroked his chin thoughtfully before casting a brief glance over his shoulder.
"You’ve seen the child in person, haven’t you? What do you think? Is he as cunning as his brother?"
The unexpected question was received as an honor, and the subordinate bowed his head lightly.
Reflecting on the child he had observed in the Del Fiore estate’s garden, he shook his head slightly.
"No, my lord. Quite the opposite. Far from resembling the Di Malventos—or any mafia lineage for that matter—the boy seemed hopelessly dull. If given the right push, he could easily be subdued."
The image of the Del Fiore heir cradling the trembling child resurfaced in his mind.
The boy showed no sign of wit or physical prowess, at least not at first glance.
Stripped of his ethereal beauty, he was merely an ordinary child.
Yet, it was precisely this innocence that made him vulnerable—an easy lure for monsters.