166 – Dragon’s Heart
{Vorn's POV}
I helped the fourth girl onto a horse carriage. They still looked timid around me, even though I already hide my horns.
"It's okay." Smiling, Ayre distributed blankets to those women who were not dressed appropriately. "You won't be taken to a worse place than that house. The prophet spoke to you to come to us, right? If you girls don't believe in us, believe in her."
One of them ventured to ask. "Is miss prophet okay? I look so sad."
"Well, you've seen it yourself, haven't you?" I replied to them. "She was shocked to see the true face of the government of this country."
"I see." She answered softly. "Thank you, sir."
"Just remember my name." I widened my smile. "I'm Vorn."
Before they could react, I closed the door and signaled the driver to move the carriage.
"The prophet is really taking time." Ayre looked at the house of Gerald, the councilor, a few yards from where we were. "She should have gone out with those girls."