Awakening Domination System: But I'm a Slave?

"Who’s the second?"

Renard didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he let his eyes drift across the room.

Lingering on every servant, every quiet figure trying not to draw attention.

Then he stopped.

His grin widened as he lifted a single hand and pointed at the boy, standing near the pillar.

"Him."

Alaric blinked.

For a second, he thought he heard it wrong.

But no.

Renard was still grinning in that smug way of his, like it was a joke only he understood.