"My prince... the situation is clearly out of control, have you seen their faces...?"
Mary leaned from behind a corner, glancing past the group of ten vacant-faced slaves dragging their feet like a bunch of hollow puppets β they didn't communicate with each other in any way and did not make any noises besides the rustling of their clothes and their footsteps β which was already muffled for some odd reason even though none of them seemed to be making a conscious effort to be stealthy.
"...I should return...! It is far too dangerous to oppose Durian like that... Even if we escape my family will surely suffer the consequences of my disobedience...!"
She hide back behind the building, leaned against the wall, and slid down until she ended up crouching on the ground β hiding her face in her knees.
"No, it will not! Durian might have become influential, but still whatever power he holds it's nothing compared to my mother's strength...!"
