Corleon Mansion.
11:40 PM at night.
Setting down the newspaper, Roy, as the current master of the mansion, looked at the returning Spencer with curiosity, "Uncle Spencer, where is my daughter?"
"With Durin, Durin drove away Winston and his cronies, and it seems that the miss has already confirmed Winston is the traitor," Spencer replied as he hung his sword, along with its scabbard, onto the weapon rack.
"...As a father, I'm not qualified, other girls her age are learning to cook, learning to knit, yet my Yelena must learn to wield sword and gun to defend truth and reality." Saying this, the gray-pupiled head of the family sighed, "My daughter, she must want to seek vengeance with her own hands."
"Young master Durin just went out alone, to the Shrine of the God of Vengeance. I did not follow him inside, but the outcome is rather self-evident," the Half-Elf stated, his expression stern.
