Then, Darius smiled. Things were getting interesting. He couldn't wait to see what the Evans family had in store for him. He flexed his neck and stood up. Now, all the negative emotions he'd felt before had disappeared. Surprisingly, he also found that as long as he remembered to meditate, no drug was powerful enough to harm him.

Darius looked down at his hand. He clenched and unclenched his fist a few times before muttering, "I guess I'm still not strong enough!" He put his hand down, looking determined.

Iago stood before Darius' door for a long time before turning to head to his room. He didn't dare to speak to Darius, especially since he'd heard about what had happened at the Evans family's manor. He couldn't imagine what Darius thought of him now.

His breathing sped up as he leaned against the door. He didn't dare, nor did he want to, make a sound. What would he do if Darius were to give him a look of hatred or disgust? Iago avoided Darius as these thoughts plagued him.

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