Killian looked at her expression, wondering what Iris was thinking right then. Did she hate being related to the Black Mage that everyone despised in Asnar? Did she see Arman the way everyone painted him to be?
"It must have been hard for him back then." Iris sighed, giving him a weak smile. She couldn't imagine what kind of suffering her ancestor had gone through. The Red King was one of the prominent figures who opposed him during the great war, and it only fueled Iris's desire to end Lord Xanaros's life.
She was so busy contemplating what had happened that it took her a minute to realize that Killian had completely stopped in front of a dress shop.
"In here." He said, opening the doors for Iris. Killian raised a brow when she remained standing on the road.
