Queen Oda let out an exasperated sigh. Her frustration was palpable, and she brooded over what actions she should take when facing Ragnar.
The man had repeatedly defied her, challenged her, and humiliated her. If it were possible, Queen Oda longed to end him with her own hands.
However, she knew that such desires were growing increasingly distant from reality.
The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her introspection. The jailer, a formidable figure with a stern face, entered the chamber.
His dark uniform was adorned with medals that clinked as he walked, creating a somewhat eerie but imposing aura.
"Greetings, Your Majesty. What are your orders for the healer girls?" the jailer asked, bowing his head respectfully.
Queen Oda regarded him with a mixture of annoyance and weariness. Her tone was firm as she responded, "They are valuable assets to the kingdom. Protect them with your lives if necessary. Bring them to the meeting room."
