"Just...like this?"
The response from the Other Shore plunged everyone into silence.
Was it simply because Young Master Fabius tried to chat her up in the tavern, urged her to drink a few times, and then was beaten up by this insane woman and thrown into the tavern's back alley?
Is this a reason worth dying for?
They couldn't comprehend it.
And they couldn't see any remorse from the Other Shore; her expression was calm, her tone relaxed, as if she had completely dismissed this matter.
But this was no small affair. They had heard that Young Master Fabius was seriously injured, not a Transcendent, and usually a man of discipline. He lay listless in bed all day, barely touching food. Duke Ash was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan; after losing Fulien, his illegitimate child, the Duke couldn't allow anyone to lay a finger on his offspring.
The Duke ordered that, regardless of the methods used or how many people were dispatched, they must bring this red-haired woman to him alive.
