Sylvester sighed as he looked at the scene. He had heard about this practice in his world too, although it was historically dismissed as just a rumor and justification for the sexual crimes committed by nobles in the old days.
But here, it seemed the thing was real. According to the right of the night, it allowed feudal lords to have sexual relations with subordinate women, in particular, on wedding nights of the women. This was likely some sort of a sick fetish or simple power tripping of nobles, but it was a curse that left mental scars on poor innocents for the rest of their lives.
"Which Baron?" He asked the people, showing not much reaction.
"Baron Fredrick Bosch! He's the vile creature that infects this land." A man from the crowd shouted fairly strong words for their overlord.
