"...I wish you were dead."
Lady Mary continued to mutter, almost out of her mind. Chell, apparently shocked by his mother's deranged state, stood frozen behind the bed, petrified. Ian glanced at her and instructed a nearby warrior.
"Have Chief Kakantir and Nersaren come here."
"Yes, Lord Ian."
"I wish you were dead. Your body ripped apart until the very fact of your birth is forgotten."
"Mother. It would be best if you kept your mouth shut. The investigators are still in the mansion. If they hear you, I'll have no choice but to hand you over."
His words seemed to jolt Mary. Was it the blood rushing to her head? It almost sounded as if Ian was offering to save her.
"Ian. Are you going to save us? What about Father?"
"Brother Chell. You're a mess. Father has already been captured by the central army. There's nothing we can do. Do you have any belongings to take?"
