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"The Watchtower? That place is full of men packed in crowded fucking cells!" William sprang to life.

"Why wasn't I informed? That woman would be violated and played with in there!" William angrily said.

"I think that was Anne's intention," Jorn said. His voice turning soft. He looked down on the ground, prompting William to calm down.

"Wait, Jorn. It's not your fault," William said, thinking that Jorn was blaming himself.

"I wanted to stand up against her when she told us to do it, but knowing the punishment that would befall me if I did, I cowered and let the bastards take the girl," Jorn clenched his fists.

"It's not your fault. Even I fear the consequences of standing up against the nobility but do cheer up," William smiled.

Jorn looked at him and smiled as well.

"You bastard. So, what are you going to do now that you know what happened to the girl?" Jorn asked.

"She's a mage right? A tank mage," William asked.