Chapter 117: Old fable tale?
Soon, The old woman’s laughter turned into gasping sobs. Her frail body trembled violently before she suddenly slumped forward. Losing her conscious completely.
Cassian moved instantly, catching her before she could hit the floor. He carefully lifted her and placed her onto her small bed. Her breath was very shallow, that made Cassian knit his brows in worry.
He kneeled down in front of her bed and gently place his hands on her wrist, trying to gauge her nerves. Then he sigh in relief as nothing was wrong. The women was probably very weak and needed rest and all the emotions had taken troll on her frail body.
He covered her with a thin blanket, his gaze lingering on her sunken face. This woman had nothing left but the pain of her past, yet she had given them a warning—one that could not be ignored.
Before leaving, Cassian reached into his pouch and pulled out a handful of gold coins. He set them down gently beside her bed. She did not have much time left, and while he could not change her fate, he could at least ensure she lived her final days in some comfort.
As they stepped outside, the air felt heavier. Keren and Morren followed closely behind, along with the two trainees. Today, their group had been split into two groups today, one theirs and other with the—Oronik, Alistair, and the remaining trainees—on a different part of city.
As they walked out from the cramped home, No one spoke. The woman’s words still lingered in their minds, they have a storm of thoughts they needed time to sort through.
But their silence was soon broken by a cheerful voice.
"Are you a real knight?"
A teenage boy ran up to them, his wide eyes filled with excitement. His face was dirty, and his clothes were worn, but his enthusiasm was undimmed.
Cassian was momentarily taken aback. The contrast between the grim conversation they had just left behind and the child’s innocence was jarring. He was very disturbed but forced a small smile for the children, he couldn’t bear to dampen the cheerfulness of a child.