"I come from a border village called Maple Leaf Village, where my family was massacred by human marauders half a year ago," said Helen, gritting her teeth, her gaze fixed on the dancing desert women.
"That's regrettable," the Viceroy shrugged, his face expressing deep sorrow.
"Do you still have relatives in your family?" Another Fawkes nobleman set down his fork and wiped the oily residue from the trout on his lips with a napkin.
"My grandfather's family has been favored, they are now in the royal city of Sabak." Helen looked down, embarrassed by everyone's attention.
"Ohhh..." the nobles nodded.
Originally, just a fallen minor Fox Tribe noble from the countryside. A few nobleman looked at the complicated family insignia on the cane, thoughts filled with a sense of pride.
