Chapter 474 – I Shall Die With Honor
Sunday night was a busy one.
Besides Jeanne finding herself in a warm home, eating food and talking with people who were worried about her despite having known her for only minutes, there was William Castria, sitting in his room.
He was not alone, though.
His mother, Haloita, was with him.
A tall, beautiful, pale-skinned woman, her body compact with muscle. Her hair was ash-grey and cut short, her eyes ink-black.
She wore a tight black training suit, and a scar, like a tear, ran from just under her right eye down to her chin.
She sat on the ground facing her son, holding his right hand.
"How is your training going, Will?" Haloita asked. She was not looking at him, massaging his arm in a way only the Castria family could.
It was agonizing, as Haloita was continuously breaking and healing the bones in his arm in order to accustom them to pain and make them stronger.
The sound of cracking bones echoed throughout the barren room.
