That completely caught Ragnora's attention.
"Joy and Lady Maria? You know them as well?"
"Very well." Isabelle said, gaining confidence. "My husband and I are quite close with them."
She leaned forward, her voice taking on the cadence of a storyteller.
"You see, a couple of years ago, my husband and I were traveling through the eastern provinces.""
'There had been an outbreak—an undead infection spreading through the region. Corpses from a nearby cemetery had been corrupted by some kind of rotting mana, and they were attacking the villages, spreading chaos and terror."
Ragnora's expression shifted to one of quiet admiration.
"And you went toward the problem, rather than away from it."
"Of course!" Isabelle said simply. "How could we ignore innocent people suffering?"
Something warm flickered in Ragnora's golden eyes. She had met too many powerful individuals who would have simply looked the other way, deeming such matters beneath their concern.
