Today was one of those rare days when Ashies was left alone. It was because Karami had left to take care of some other business, claiming there were many preparations to make.

"Don't wander around alone. If you need to go anywhere, make sure to take Ferca with you."

He hadn’t forgotten to emphasize this instruction before leaving.

Following Karami’s words, Ashies kept Ferca within sight at all times. Ferca, who didn’t have much to do either, simply sat on a bench and watched the others at work.

“Everyone looks busy. Feels like we’re the only ones with nothing to do in Doomheim.”

It was all a scene Karami had orchestrated.

Ferca had seen it too—the moment when Karami convinced the dwarves. His persuasive words had been so compelling that resistance was practically impossible.

The chills she felt while watching him command people like puppets—the shiver that ran down her spine—

Ferca had sensed it instinctively.

Not just admiration, but reverence.

And fear.

“I just can’t figure out what that man’s true intentions are.”

On the surface, he seemed to be doing everything for Ashies’ sake. Yet, in reality, he was a reaper who played with the lives of slaves.

The gap between rumors and what she had witnessed was so stark that it defied ordinary comprehension.

Ferca couldn’t help but worry about the fact that Karami was Ashies’ master. If he truly cared for Ashies, he would free her from slavery and treat her as an equal.

“He’s definitely up to something.”

There was no telling what someone like him might do to such an innocent soul.

It seemed Karami’s influence was already affecting Ashies. She was touching and removing her hand from her chest repeatedly, tilting her head in confusion.@@novelbin@@

What’s wrong now?

Ferca asked, her voice laced with concern.

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