Can I Help You?

An afternoon at the campsite, where everything had come to a standstill.

The arrival of a young soldier plunged it into chaos in an instant.

People rushed over to support him, while women screamed at the sight of the bright red blood.

Some soldiers and servants shouted furiously, demanding to know who had done this.

The blood-soaked soldier wore the familiar uniform of Quaalid’s guard, but the cuts on his body and the arrow lodged in his back instantly roused the listless campsite.

He seemed out of his mind from the pain of his wounds and his fever, but when he saw Elenora and the other retainers emerge behind him, he managed to force out a few words.

“The head of the family has been taken hostage.”

“The head of the family!”

Dinaheim pushed through the crowd with a shocked expression.

He was completely unlike his usual languid self...