Valentius knew that Albert didn't like the original Nightshades. It was a cursed name for a cursed people.
But they were in this together. Marek was gone. He couldn't offer them any protection anymore.
"Well, won't you eat it?" Valentius asked. He nudged the golden apple towards Albert.
Sure, even if Albert wanted to be healthy once more, now that he knew about the true power of the Nightshades, he wouldn't let Valentius control him.
It wasn't so much that Albert's people had come before the demon lords and had taken a chunk from the Empire for themselves.
It was more about the myth of Nightshade Caesar, who took a Northern Princess for a bride.
Who obsessed over her to the point of putting her under lock and key in the temple of Vesta when he was gone.
To be guarded by the virgins. To live like one.
