Inside the hall of the mansion belonging to the Vernau family in the western part of Blande, rows of finely dressed men and women stood together. Their face showed a mixture of outrage and humiliation.
Van looks at the numerous eyes brimming with resentment.
The owners of these eyes are none other than the members of the great families of Blande, whom the Vernau's knights dragged.
Who wouldn't feel angry? To suddenly find that your mansion is being breached and brought here.
They had not come willingly.
Before long, one voice broke the silence.
"Why are you capturing us, Van? I don't think there's any enmity between us," said Hadrian Kempten.
This man is in his late fifties with streaks of grey in his beard. His face was flushed with barely suppressed anger.
"This is for your safety?" Van replied calmly. "Almost half of our nation has fallen. I also have to hastily escape westward. My main mansion is simply too close to the frontline."
