"You had a sickness? What kind of sickness are we talking about that would make you ignore my summons for weeks?" Maren asked, clearly not buying into the story Alaric was telling her.
Carrying a robotic look, Alaric responded, "It's a very dangerous disease called Typhoid. Very deadly if not treated immediately. I didn't want to die, so I took my time to heal properly."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, your ladyship." Alaric slightly bowed his head.
Ava, who was kneeling beside him, couldn't help but feel impressed at how quickly Alaric lied. It was also a second sense for him.
"If I may ask, what exactly are the symptoms of this sickness?" Maren asked, still carrying the same expression.
'Why the hell is she asking me about that?!' Alaric panicked.
[It was about time the lies caught up to you.]
'Oh, shut up.'
Raising his head while sweating slightly, Alaric threw yet another lie.
