The very second that he heard the lady's name, a grimace appeared on Horen's countenance. He couldn't fathom why her name was brought up in their conversation all of a sudden.
"Ilya? Your forgotten daughter? The one you left to rot in the basement of Rohonda?"
Every word that came out of the young man's mouth was like oil that added to the fire in Horen's heart. The Duke could understand where Horen's fury was coming from. However, he neither had the patience nor the time to tolerate the ensuing conversation if he addressed it.
"Follow my orders, Horen Gertrude. I'm certain that she can use Manna tr--"
"No! The knights of the Empire are already going to help us!"
"You better stop now, Horen, before you say something that I don't like."
"Why do I have to ask that filthy creature?! Why are you making me approach the disgusting woman?! I am capable enough! I can lead the investigation with the assistance of the knights!"
