While I moved through the long, decorated halls, my eyes couldn't help but wander. Every corner, every corridor, I kept scanning for even the slightest hint that there might have been elven slaves here.
Cross was infamous for his collection of sex slaves. It wouldn't shock me at all if he had kept one or two elves tucked away somewhere, hidden like trophies. That man had the kind of reputation that made even the worst rumors sound believable. As I walked, it became more and more obvious just how many slaves there were in this estate. Everywhere I looked, I saw them—servants carrying trays, cleaners kneeling on the floors, attendants moving like shadows. It was endless. As expected from a noble, everything here was powered by slaves. From the smallest tasks to the larger roles, every little thing in this mansion reeked of servitude.
