The crowd of bandits stared at Yeltuna the Lioness in disbelief.
To see the woman who had just had her husband slain, thanking the murderer in front of the corpse was a sight that should not exist.
And yet it did.
Even Raphael was taken aback, as he looked at the woman, waiting for her to elaborate.
Slowly, Yeltuna walked over to the body of her husband and kneeled down next to the corpse.
The eyes of Olka were wide, as though he couldn't believe that he had died. Yeltuna used her fingers to shut them.
"Olka was growing weak." She spoke suddenly, words directed to anybody who wondered why she was thanking Raphael for his death. "None of you know what he spoke of behind closed doors. The Frozen Tribe would have been reduced to mere thieves if we allowed him to continue ruling."
A voice suddenly spoke up from the crowd, laced with accusations. "But that's what we are!" The man said. "Thieves and bandi-"
