Chapter 170: Ancient Hero (4)
“Father. It has been a long time since I last saw you. There are many things I want to tell you.”
Seeing Siern greeting him with elegance as she lightly lifted her skirt with both hands, Melverot was breaking into a cold sweat, something quite unlike him.
Just moments earlier, he had seen her covered in blood from head to toe, so it was inevitable that the image of that former savage Siern overlapped in his mind.
He was not the only one—the servants were tense as well.
However, the Siern who had neatly arranged her posture was the very image of a refined lady.
Not even a year had passed since she had departed for the barony of Ravenclaw.
‘I thought that man was competent, but what in the world did he do to her?’
Melverot rested his chin on his hand, wearing an uncomfortable expression.
For the cold lord of the north to react like this was not something common.