Chapter 36: Heroine?
Now that I had already fucked up, there was no point in trying to be a good employer.
I cleared my throat, letting malice drip into my tone.
"Old man, your age is getting to you. How could you not recognize your own Lord?"
The moment the words left my mouth, Baldy nearly choked on air.
His sunken eyes bulged, and for a moment, I thought the poor bastard was going to die on the spot.
Struggling, he tried to sit up, but I waved my hand dismissively.
He got the message and stayed put.
Tauriel stepped in, her voice soft yet determined.
"Grandpa, Lord Einar has given me work in his castle," she explained. "I wanted to ask for your permission before accepting."
Baldy let out a dry chuckle, his lips curling into something between a smile and a grimace.
"I’m already dying, Taury," he rasped. "I don’t have much time left. If, in my last moments, I can see my granddaughter with a stable job, I can die in peace."