At the "admissions office" of the Academic State, people were on edge over Prince Colin's exam papers, while on the other side of the border, the Eagle Rock Territory was not idle.
It had been two days since Sir Richter's triumphant return.
In these chaotic two days, this noble lord had already completely forgotten the "spoils of war" he had brought back to the castle.
Right now, he was busy appeasing his angry wife, who was ready to leave home at any moment, and had no time to care about the dozens of women added to the dungeon.
The dungeon was cold and damp, with water droplets seeping from the walls, carrying a musty smell and an air filled with rot and despair.
A dozen scantily-clad women were locked in the same cell, huddled together, cold and hungry, their glamorous makeup ruined by tears of fear.
