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"What's your name?" Domeric asked again.
But the girl bound in chains only let out a series of little "chirp-chirp" noises, with no sign she intended to answer.
She tucked in her head and kept staring over with those watery eyes—pitiful, small, and utterly innocent.
What was this supposed to be?
Domeric couldn't sit still any longer. He motioned to his chief knight. "Ser Wendell. You—go. Pluck a strand of her hair."
"Why me?" Wendell rubbed his bald head. "That thing's an evil sorceress!"
"If you can't face evil, how will you ever find the courage to defeat it? I thought you were a proper knight!" Domeric sighed and resorted to provocation—his chief knight always fell for it.
Domeric didn't actually want to risk Wendell, but the nearby guards were all shaking like reeds. What use were they?
To them, magic was more terrifying than the Stranger himself.
"Fine—fine!" Wendell took the bait. Under his breath, he started grumbling, "Always me. Never me when it's something good. But every bad job finds its way to my hands…"
He crept up to the girl, trying to reach for her hair with a trembling hand.
That single, simple motion made the men behind Domeric suck in a collective breath and instinctively retreat two steps—only the castellan, Ser Jorah Mormont, slipped forward to place himself between Domeric and the prisoner.
Domeric stared, speechless.
So this was the North—rank-and-file were useless when it truly mattered.
Wendell yanked out a hair in one swift motion, then sprang back to Domeric like a startled rabbit.
[Secret-Delving System triggered!]
Blocky lines of text projected across Domeric's vision:
Cici
Identity: A certain wizard's "pet"
Title: None
Strength: 6
Agility: 12
Spirit: 5
Notes: The "pet" of a powerful wizard. For reasons unknown, it has swapped bodies with its master… If you feed it enough delicious food, you may earn its goodwill.
At the same time, scattered images of being hand-fed flashed through Domeric's mind…
A "pet." No wonder it couldn't even speak properly.
Domeric was grateful it was frightened—his Secret-Delving System worked best that way.
And yet the whole thing felt absurd.
A person and a pet swapping bodies?
Was that truly magic?
"What now?" Jorah prompted when Domeric fell silent.
"Unchain her," Domeric said at last. "And prepare good food."
…
Soon the spacious cell was lined with dishes: sliced beef in dark gravy, smoked salmon, baked snails, steak in red wine sauce, soft cheeses, caviar, roast turkey…
At Domeric's command, his cooks—men he had trained personally—produced a full feast in short order.
Other things aside, Domeric had absolute confidence in his kitchens. He would stake his name on it: even the king didn't eat as well as he did.
The girl crept forward timidly, tried to lift a steak with both hands, and pushed it into her mouth to chew.
When Domeric didn't stop her, she ate more eagerly. Her cheeks puffed out; juices smeared across her face until she looked like a child with a messy muzzle.
"Slowly," Domeric said with a gentle smile. "There's plenty."
"Mm… th-thank you." Her words were clumsy, but her face shone with happiness.
Domeric led his men out of the dungeon.
"But… weren't we here to judge her?" Wendell asked, confused.
"You won't get anything useful out of her," Domeric replied. "You saw it yourself—she can barely speak."
"Then what do we do?"
"Relax. Her master will come for her. We only need to wait—let them walk into the snare."
Wendell scratched his bald head, baffled. "What does that mean?"
"Shut up," Domeric snapped, giving his chief knight a hard look. He had no patience for explaining.
He turned away, face darkening, and issued orders at once. "Double the guards on the dungeon. No—send ten more men… a hundred. Now."
"Ser Jorah. For the next few days, you will personally sit the dungeon watch. I trust no one else with this."
"My honor, my lord," Jorah said.
…
Domeric stood at his window, lost in thought.
Rain hammered the glass until the whole mining town of Lonely Hill became a pale blur.
The afternoon had been bright, but as dusk approached, leaden clouds rolled in from the southeast and the sky blackened in minutes.
Then came a crack of thunder—followed by a deluge, as if some vast reservoir in the heavens had opened its gates.
The outlines of distant peaks warped behind the downpour. The town—built by miners, smiths, and the trades that fed them—looked less orderly under the wash of rain.
With no proper drainage, water streamed through the jagged cobbled lanes. From afar the streets resembled a web of rippling little streams.
Mountains and forest vanished into mist, appearing and disappearing like a dream.
In another life, such a view would have been a top-tier tourist destination.
But it was still far from the industrial city Domeric envisioned.
At length, he crushed the letter in his fist and tossed it into the hearth, watching it curl and blacken into ash.
It contained news from across the Narrow Sea about the exiled dragon siblings—information sent from Illyrio Mopatis of Pentos…
But Domeric's focus remained the same: expanding and strengthening Lonely Hill. He had little interest in the restoration schemes of fallen dynasties.
Ser Jorah Mormont watched quietly as Domeric burned the message.
"Everything is in place," Jorah reported. "More than a dozen traps have been set outside the dungeon. Two hundred guards are concealed and standing by…"
"Good." Domeric nodded. "If we're dealing with a wizard, no preparation is excessive."
From what Jorah had learned, the attack on the mines was not complicated.
A few nights ago, guards spotted a girl skulking into one of the mine tunnels. She carried a small pick and seemed to be searching for something. When challenged, she fought.
She had no real martial skill, yet she could wield a kind of fire—killing more than a dozen men in an instant before Jorah captured her.
And according to the Secret-Delving System, she was a wizard's "pet."
Domeric couldn't understand why a wizard would fixate on his mines.
Unless the tunnels hid something valuable—something he didn't yet know existed.
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