The night faded quickly when the sun rose.
Its glorious light descended upon the land once more.
The city of Sicar hadn't recovered from the three-day curfew, and even when the sun was hanging high, there were only a few people on the streets.
In fact, two days ago, when the viscount's mansion went up in fire and the respectful Viscount Sicar went missing, the city had plunged into a state of nervousness and apprehended danger in every sound.
If the younger sister of the viscount hadn't stepped up and temporarily took over the city, a massive chaos would have broken out.
A lot of people were grateful for her appearance but also shocked.
No one expected the younger sister of the viscount, who lost her husband at a young age, to possess such ruling capability.
Unconsciously, respect for the baroness rose from the bottom of the people's heart.
Even for a man, it was difficult to restore the city right after it had plunged into chaos.
