A Choice of Paths

Green Island City's defenses were weak.

Freed from the restrictions of the slave contract, Yarrowen, with his Fifth Stage strength, had no trouble moving around here.

It took him only a few minutes to lead the other slaves into the residence arranged for Linsey.

The first-floor hall.

On a stone chair before the fireplace, the Law Knight saw Hilude curled up on it.

"Oh, you're here?"

Without turning her head, Hilude greeted them.

She did not need to peer into fate to guess that Linsey would achieve a sweeping victory in rescuing Yarrowen. It was only natural that someone would come here now.

Yarrowen stepped forward and greeted her.

"Are you Miss Hilude?"

"I'm the only one here with that name." Too lazy to use magic to control her legs, Hilude gripped the back of the stone chair with both hands and turned herself around. Her crimson pupils studied the people before her. "If I'm not mistaken, Linsey told you to listen to me, right?"

A wave of sighs swept through the first-floor living room.

The other freed slaves were all stunned by the beautiful young writer, but Yarrowen remained utterly unmoved.

"Mr. Linsey has important matters to attend to."

"His instructions to me were to wait quietly here with you. Whether we flee the city or take any other action afterward, you will make the detailed plans."

"..."

With introductions complete, this meeting should have ended there.

All that remained was to wait for In the City's response.

Hilude let go of the chair back, and her body naturally slid back down, facing the fireplace.

She watched the red flames burn, evaporating the moisture in the room.

A few minutes later, an inexplicable ripple appeared in Hilude's gaze as she observed fate.

"Your name is Yarrowen. You're a Law