"Is the situation... is it bad?"
The noble lady looked nervous. It was clear she was very concerned about her brother, but often concern alone wasn't of much use.
Geralt was considering his words carefully, so as not to make the lady feel she was at fault.
"Rumors have twisted the truth of things, those crucial clues. All that I could confirm from the villagers are already widely known matters: the lord cavorted with a woman, then one day the woman vanished, and the lord turned into a cormorant. Sigh~"
The cold-faced demon hunter let out a faint sigh.
"Honestly, very few noble ladies would be as... tolerant as you. Allowing the farmers in the territory to gossip about their lord for so long without restraint."
In fact, a normal lord would have whipped several backs of the people as soon as rumors started to spread.
A more tyrannical lord would erect long wooden poles in prominent places on the estate, hanging the corpses of those executed like wind chimes.
