Dead silence.
"Daddy——"
The abrupt cry from the crowd shattered the silence, the voice was tender and filled with tension.
The woman hurriedly covered the mouth of the little boy, lifting her head to look at the approaching noble cavalry with eyes full of pleading. The man on the horse had a face written with a mix of deliberate surprise and unexpectedness, but the disdain in his shadowy eyes couldn't be hidden.
"Do you know this person?"
The man licked his lips, pointing at the blood-stained corpse on the ground with his long spear. The noble cavalrymen gathered around, resembling a pack of hyenas that had smelled blood.
The woman held her child, shaking her head helplessly as tears streamed down her face.
"Let go of that little thing, let him speak." The man said, poking the woman's hair with the tip of his spear.
