"No matter what, this engagement must succeed. It’s the only way for you to prove your worth."

"…"

Naban Bacchus glanced at the family-appointed—or more accurately, the family-assigned "guard" who was watching him closely.

His hollow eyes were sunken, with a touch of madness in his gaze.

It was evident to anyone that he was in an abnormal state, clearly suffering from the effects of some drug.

"Heh! The Bacchus family has truly fallen low. Even if I'm considered just a discarded bastard, selling me off for money? Pathetic."

"You wish to die?"

The guard’s face twisted in anger, his …