Upon the insertion of three silver needles into Solon's thigh, his agonizing pain dissipated instantly. Matthew then nonchalantly gestured towards the couch in front of him.
"Take a seat! You may have courage, but your mental fortitude is lacking. Allow me to give you another complimentary lesson today!"
Solon, not daring to utter a word, obediently climbed onto the couch.
"Always think before you act. If I truly intended to steal your credit, there would be no need for me to don a mask."
Matthew hadn't even bothered to bring the crown prince along to hide his identity. He had merely used the Solitary Nine Needles during the execution.
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