Discrimination? So be it. He doubted he could beat her anyway.
Dean's gaze, however, sharpened. It fixed on the back of Ona's neck, which her thick braid had once again covered. The image he had just glimpsed flashed through his mind: a thorny human figure hanging upside down on a cross!
A tattoo! Relatives, a cross tattoo...
Dean took out his phone and stealthily sent a message to Daisy. Then, maintaining a calm expression, he followed Ona into the villa's main hall.
The decor here was similar to the villa's exterior, giving it the aged feel of a medieval castle.
Harry, being clumsy, spotted a tall suit of armor that had a heavy, cross-marked chain flail hanging on display. He exclaimed, "Wow, this looks really cool! But could anyone actually wear this armor and wield such a heavy weapon?"
As he spoke, he reached out to test the weight of the flail.
