"You don't have to advise me. I know what I am doing. I did not come this far to end up at the guillotine. We have to choose between what we want to do and what we should do. Poppy, you just have to believe in me and keep my house in order," Cassius finished and collected the rest of the plates.
Poppy sighed. "We're here, but you still choose to do it yourself. Young Master, you're really different."
Different?
In reality, there wasn't much difference. He chose to escape from the fog, while others chose to be enveloped and used.
No one was nobler than the other, and no one was better than the other. It was just a personal choice.
"Poppy, I'm done for the night. Please make breakfast tomorrow. They may get up early." Cassius yawned. "But just prepare and wash the ingredients. I'll take care of the rest."
"Yes, Young Master."