Marketplace.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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The owner of the shop felt fear like no other, she wished Stella would just shut up but the woman was unstoppable when it came to her and her twisted sense of dignity and pride to be upheld.
The Mayor's wife waited for her proof, her palm on her waist.
Conan's leg shifted. "You need proof?"
He sauntered towards the mayor's wife.
"You dare to ask for proof?" he spoke to her face.
The lady took a step back before lowering her gaze.
"Who do you think you are to question the legitimacy of Lady Lydia?"
Stella started to shake under Conan's threatening gaze. He was a knight after all he was accustomed to killing and preying on his enemy's emotions.
He had been to battles with the Lord of Critic Arley and was a healthy man.
