Lady Anna of Mowish did not particularly appreciate such words of loyalty; instead, she sized up the woman behind him: "Wizard, here in The Capital, Lord Vanter, you are aware you have violated a royal taboo, are you not?"
"Yes, my lady, as humble as I am, I only ask for your leniency. My nephew has fallen gravely ill; she came seeking medicine," the middle-aged man pleaded, and had outsiders witnessed his pitiable entreaty, they wouldn't have recognized him as the head of the Vanter family—for in their minds, this man never showed such debasement.
"My lady, kill him. I've already activated the recording bug; you can kill off the entire Vanter family without giving the Nobles or the Church any leverage against us," Lady Anna's Head Maid suggested in the shadows of the alley, her vertical pupils befitting a chitinous creature brimming with the purest intent to kill.
