"Ahahah… truly splendid." Kainal's laugh cracked through the air. He leaned forward across the coral table, his smirk darkening, stretching too wide for comfort.
His slit-like eyes gleamed with something between amusement and cruelty. "So, Naime… if I'm not mistaken, you wish to dethrone Her Majesty through external means. More specifically, through land dwellers… and even more specifically, through humans. Am I correct?"
His tone was mocking, yet the eagerness in his expression was disturbingly genuine.
For a fleeting moment, Naime's composure faltered. The mad gleam in Kainal's eyes wasn't the cautious interest he had expected—it was hungry, almost unhinged.
That overenthusiastic response made him feel… uneasy. As though, without meaning to, he had stepped into a game far more dangerous than the one he thought he was playing.