The debate between the marriage candidates continued with increasing intensity as Grim moved through the celebration.
Grim struggled to maintain normal interactions while the dark mana coursed through his body.
Every conversation felt like a minefield, every smile a mask hiding the corruption he could feel spreading through his very essence.
"Lord Ambrose," Master Chen Wei approached with obvious excitement, "the evening has been magnificent. Such decisive leadership, such clear demonstration of House Ambrose's return to power—"
"Thank you," Grim managed, keeping his response brief while avoiding direct eye contact. The merchant's enthusiasm felt overwhelming to his heightened senses, each word felt like emotions Grim could see that the dark energy made him want to exploit.
"Perhaps we could discuss trade agreements tomorrow?" Chen Wei continued. "With your new position and growing influence—"
