"Where have you been, Your Grace?" a voice asked, bowing deeply to the lady who stepped out of the carriage.
The dark-brown-haired woman spared the man a brief glance, but didn't bother to let her eyes linger.
"To meet with a merchant," she replied coldly. "However, put that aside. Have you been working on what I told you?" Her voice sharpened with the last words.
She was the second high priest in the temple. Everyone respected her—to the point that they would incline their heads the moment they felt her presence around them. She was the one in charge of everything that happened because of the first high priest's illness.
"W–Well, yes, of course," the man stammered. "I did some research. And our men in Revhara reported that they were unable to find him—"
Before he could finish, dark red light surged around the woman, her teal eyes glowing ominously.
"I would hate to stain my hands with blood," she said softly—too softly. "So make sure you give me a better answer soon."
