Chapter 70:Meeting Baron Weiss
She stared at the sky, eyebrows furrowing. "What’s going on?" she muttered.
A faint residual wind brushed her cheeks. It wasn’t natural. The air felt charged. Her instincts, sharpened from years of battle and command, screamed danger—not from the storm, but from what had caused it.
Then it hit her.
She turned toward Janet like a blade drawn from its sheath, eyes narrowing dangerously. Her gaze wasn’t inquisitive—it was accusing.
"What is this?" she demanded, voice cold and steady.
"How can a Baron reach such a stage?"
Janet stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. There was no time to explain it all. Roland was still recovering. He couldn’t be disturbed. But Erina was dangerous, and worse, she was cautious.
’What should I do? Should I tell the truth?’ Janet’s mind raced.
Erina took a single step forward, hand reaching behind her. The steel glint of her sword peeked out from the hilt as her aura surged. Janet’s skin prickled. Her instinct had turned to suspicion.
’No, she’s misunderstanding!’ Janet panicked.
And then the worst thought struck her—Erina must not have known that Roland was the one who informed Count Wellington about the cultists. Without that crucial piece of information, she must think that the Weiss Estate was behind it all.
Just as Erina’s fingers wrapped around her sword hilt, Janet stepped forward and spoke loudly, voice pleading but firm.