Hearing the middle-aged man's inquiry, the elder leaned back in his chair, looking toward the shed's roof, his gaze turbid.
As if he was recalling the past.
He spoke softly, "She rarely went out, planting some of her favorite flowers in the courtyard and the basement, or she would just be in the study, reading the books she bought. At that time, we were very happy."
"Once, when she went out, she was attacked by a wild beast in the mountains. Fortunately, a mercenary passing by saved her, but since then, she became increasingly strange."
The middle-aged man frowned with the telling, and the guards behind him kept quiet,
Waiting for the rest of his story.
The elder continued, "At first, I didn't notice anything, just thought she was frightened, mentally distracted, but as time passed, things got weirder—she lost interest in gardening and reading, sometimes talking to the air, sometimes dancing wildly."