“It’s already past midnight. Why should she have to drink with him?” An elderly woman with a walking stick emerged, indignantly confronting them.
“Shut it, old hag! Where’s Oda? The young lord fancies her,” the man sneered.
“No! Oda has already gone to sleep!”
“No? That’s easy to fix! The usual penalty, then: tomorrow, all the mine slaves will work an extra hour, with one less bottle of water and one less piece of bread. Oh, and with the unrest in the east lately, maybe we should send some of your guard over there to check it out, eh?”
“You... you are despicable!” The old woman coughed with rage, slamming her walking stick on the ground. The other women were furious, but numbness had set in, and none dared to resist.
“Aunt Helna, I’ll go,” said a gaunt young girl emerging from behind the lady of the house. Her face was pale and weary, showing signs of fatigue, yet she mustered a smile to comfort her kin.
Aunt Helna? Was she Aunt Helna?
Alavin stared incredulously at the weathered old woman. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, and her chin was quivering with emotion.
Was this old woman his aunt? She was not yet fifty years of age! In his memories, she was regal and radiant, a woman of unrivaled beauty. How... how could this have happened...
The girl changed her clothes and gave everyone a reassuring smile before following the Cobalt Strike Protégé out of the courtyard.
The people in the courtyard were worried, but they lacked the power to resist, only able to watch helplessly as Oda was taken away.
The lady tapped her walking stick gently on the ground. “Go inform Lucan! That bastard from Cobalt Strike is up to no good!”
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