"It is my fault, A-Ancestor..." Yuldra Alstreim looked at Ancestor Dian Alstreim as she spoke, still sobbing for her son even while the fear of death was still present in her heart.
Everybody looked at Yuldra Alstreim's confession, and Daniuis Alstreim frowned.
That was all it took for her to admit it? He felt skeptical, but he still watched while his eyes were narrowed in scrutiny. He hated this woman and her son, and that hatred was nothing but bone-deep.
Ancestor Dian Alstreim amicably nodded his head, indicating for her to continue.
Yuldra Alstreim sniffled, and despite her grandfather's silent protest that was still directed at her with hopeful and pleading eyes, she still opened her lips.
