Chapter 533
"It seems you have a history with that house," Nehat murmured, observing their expressions.
"History is one word for it. Cursed tie is more accurate," Ian said, a smile still on his lips.
He glanced at Thesaya and added, "Those pointy-eared bastards from Aynas were the ones who first floated the idea of wiping your kind out. Honestly, it’d be stranger if there wasn’t a connection."
"Is that so? Guess we’ve got more in common than I thought. There’s an Aynas bastard I once swore I would kill. It was a long time ago, but still," Nehat said, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Well, that’s not surprising at all," Ian chuckled, bending down to fasten his poleyns to his greaves.
Thesaya chimed in, with a playful smile, "So, what’s the name? Maybe I can do the honors for you."
"Findrel," Nehat spat, wrinkling her nose. "Findrel Aynas."
"Eh?" Thesaya’s brow arched high, recognition flickering in her expression, while Ian’s hands paused.
"It was during a bodyguard job. I ran into him by chance, and he was relentlessly harassing me. So I swore I’d kill him as soon as the mission was over."
She sniffed sharply before continuing, "Afterward, I went near his family’s estate and asked about his whereabouts, but they said he’d run away from home. Even that disgusting pointy-eared family had disowned him. I went back several more times, but no one knew where he was—"
"You never told Charlotte this story, did you?" Ian cut in, putting on the rest of his armor.
As Nehat looked at him, he added, "If you had, you’d know the bastard’s been dead for years."