"So, the Butcher is a title because he butchers people for money?" Sylas summarized, his tone dripping with contempt.
"Y-yes," Rat-Face admitted. "It's… easier this way. Executing nobles directly causes too many complications, but if they 'die by accident' during a fight among prisoners, it's another story."
Sylas snorted. "They're willing to sacrifice honor for convenience. Typical scum."
Rat-Face quickly nodded in agreement, but the sycophantic tone in his voice grated on Sylas's nerves. "I didn't ask for your input," Sylas snapped.
"I-I'm sorry! What will you do with the Butcher, my lord? Surely such a wicked man doesn't deserve to live…" Rat-Face said, a scheming smile spreading across his lips. Other prisoners glanced at Sylas with hope, their eyes betraying their eagerness to see Isaac eliminated.
Sylas tilted his head, studying Rat-Face for a moment before smirking. "Should I kill you first?"