He was perhaps faintly hoping that, as the daughter of the Thunder Sword, she would know the truths buried by time.
But Eleanor had no intention of responding to this probing.
Sometimes, knowing the truth wasn't necessarily a good thing, especially for an old man like Terence in his twilight years.
Besides, he had once been her father's rival.
Even if that was before her father became Baron Duval, times had changed, and she had no obligation to help a former adversary resolve old grievances.
The Deacons in the square had finished packing up and came over to ask for instructions.
Eleanor withdrew her gaze. "Once the inventory is complete, prepare to head back. We'll proceed to the next village tomorrow as planned."
"Yes, my lady," the Deacon replied with a bow.
Just as Eleanor turned to board her carriage, a voice called out from behind her, faint but clear. "My lady, please wait."
It was Leon, Terence's old servant.
