Bad Joke
"Oh my, what a loud noise." Medeia rubbed her ears, then jumped down. She stood right before the woman, so she couldn't run away.
"Please ... please spare my life." She knelt before Medeia. "I have a little sister."
Sister?
Judging by her condition now, Medeia assumed that her sister was also part of the Stormclad Leader's harem.
"I asked you before, what is your name?" Medeia repeated her question.
She lowered her head and murmured, "Ma-Matilda ... I'm Matilda Biermenn."
Medeia thought the mask was blocking her voice, so she took off the ugly white mask from Matilda's face.
Matilda reflexively covered her face with her hands, but Medeia had caught a glimpse of her face.
She was beautiful, not the kind of beauty that took people's breath away, but her face was decent enough. "I don't understand. Why are they asking you to cover your face?"