Downstairs to a dining room in the Tower Castle, a beautiful woman with an awkward smile on her face brought breakfast.
Leon cast a simple spell to check for poison, then took a few bites... It was really nothing commendable, like someone who had never cooked before, fumbling around clumsily.
Luckily, having eaten worse raw food while fleeing, he didn't fuss over the taste of this breakfast, after all, it was at least cooked.
Glancing at the woman's hurriedly departing back, Leon remembered she was one of the four people rescued yesterday. Judging from her attire, she seemed to be a rich woman, not a castle maid, but Yevan's family apparently didn't welcome her and was now ordering her around like a servant.
Leon, uninterested in meddling in other people's domestic gossip, filled his stomach quickly with the barely passable sausages and fried bread. He found out Yevan's whereabouts from the guards and went to the Lord Hall with Olivia.
