Turns out, I had become the most famous person in the kingdom. My bount pictures were everywhere, though the Holy Knights were doing their best to remove them.
It didn't take long for me to find my way to our new house.
To be honest, it was far better than our previous one—a bigger yard with a lush green lawn, a sturdy fence, and a freshly painted white house.
I stepped inside and called out from the doorway, "I'm home."
But I was met with sobs.
My heart clenched as I rushed in, only for my breath to hitch at the sight before me.
Mom was in a terrible state—bruised, battered, her face almost unrecognizable.
I ran to her. "Mom! What happened?"
She weakly lifted her gaze, her lips trembling, stained with blood.
"Asher… is that you?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
A deep, raw anger surged through me.
"Mom... don't tell me Mrs. Rambrandt did this to you?"
She tried to speak but couldn't. All she could do was cry.
