"Relief aid?" Terence repeated the word, his cloudy eyes filled with deep confusion as if he had heard something utterly foreign. "Has Viscount Hans... had a change of heart? Or did the Church finally send someone?"
He shook his head, refuting his own idea. 'That's not right... The Hans family has never done anything like this for generations. The Church? Ever since the northern pass was rerouted, there's been less to gain from this place. You could count the number of times those Priests and Deacons have visited on one hand...'
Leon waited patiently for the old master to finish muttering to himself before speaking in a low voice. "It's neither, Master. I heard... it's people from the Monte Territory."
"The Monte Territory?" Terence mulled over the name, his brow furrowing even deeper.
The name seemed to stir something in the depths of his memory, bringing a sharp yet indistinct pang of pain.
