The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the Lyma Family estate into the embrace of the encroaching night.
The air was filled with a sense of anticipation, a feeling that something significant was about to unfold.
In her dimly lit bedroom, Sarah sat in a plush chair, her grey hair cascading like moonlight, her eyes gleaming with a calculated determination.
She had heard the rumors about Luke, the formidable butler and manager who had taken on an influential role in the estate.
His strength and loyalty were well-known, and Sarah understood that brute force would not sway him.
'He led the expedition, and he was able to single handedly take down all the adversaries. He's stronger than Drius, an Imperial Knight too…'
Taking him down with brute force—even if it was possible—would be too messy.
Instead, she decided to prepare something far more subtle and insidious.
As she sat there, her thoughts turned to her daughter, Fiona.
