“Heh, this will be quite amusing,” Richter murmured with a smirk, his voice low and smooth as he led his chosen accomplice down the dimly lit halls of the mansion. His sharp eyes glinted with mischief, and his grip was firm as he guided them forward, almost dragging them along. “My dear nephews have always been so sure of themselves, so certain they know everything about their dear uncle.”

He chuckled softly, glancing over at his companion. “But you’re going to help me change that, won’t you? A little disguise, a bit of effort, and you’ll look just like me.*” His voice was calm but carried an undercurrent of amusement as if he could already see the confusion that would follow.

As they reached his room, Richter pushed the door open with a flourish. “You’ll be me for a little while—a perfect double. And the best part? My nephews will be none the wiser.*” He leaned in closer, his smirk widening. “They’ve always underestimated me. Let’s see how they handle a version of me they can’t predict.”

He straightened up, his gaze cold but entertained. “Now, let’s begin. We have quite the show to prepare, and I plan to enjoy every second of it.” His eyes narrowed with satisfaction, already relishing the chaos that was sure to follow. “After all, confusion is such a wonderful weapon, don’t you think?”