I Enrolled as the Villain

He sat at the far left, legs crossed, fingers laced, eyes gleaming with mild amusement

as if watching a play written by lesser minds.

Let the zealots preach.

Let the soldiers bark.

He was simply waiting.

Waiting to see where the weight would fall

so he could sell the balance to the highest bidder.

⸻

Evelyne’s voice rang again, firmer this time:

"The heirship is not a suggestion. It was Kael’s will. I carry his name with consent."

Azmat didn’t flinch.

"We don’t follow names. We follow eyes. The Mythrigan gave him weight.