Roxanna was startled when she saw that Cyrus's hands weren't burned at all, even though he was holding the meat with his bare hands over the fire. He didn't show any reaction at all, as if the hot meat couldn't burn his skin.
"Oh, he'll be fine." Calen leaned against the wall, watching Cyrus cook without any intention of helping. "We could throw him into the fire and he'd still be fine. Well, his clothes might burn, though."
What? Did he receive some kind of blessing from the gods or something?
Roxanna frowned slightly as several memories of the evil Roxanna surfaced.
Ah… she remembered now.
In the past, the evil Roxanna had once pushed Cyrus toward the campfire. She had even tried to burn his hands, but he hadn't been affected by the fire at all. In the end, out of anger, she had locked him in the basement instead.
[That bitch! Why did she have to push my Cyrus into the fire?!]
My Cyrus?
