The sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the room, making the servants attending to their Mistress look up in surprise.
"M-My Lady, is the tea too hot? Are you hurt?!" one of the servants asked as she looked at her Mistress' hands to see if she had been burned by the tea she served earlier.
"Don't worry, Marie," the beautiful woman reassured her. "The cup simply slipped from my hands. Please, have someone clean it up."
"At once, My Lady."
Sarah Osbourne, the Mistress of the House, gazed solemnly at the broken tea cup on the floor.
For a brief moment, she felt as if someone had gripped her heart, making her loosen the grip on the cup that she was about to drink from.
'Garret…,' Sarah thought. 'I hope nothing happened to you.'
It had been four days since the full retreat of the Human Army from the Wanid Kingdom.
The Haca Dynasty was still unaware that their recent campaign ended up in failure as the retreating army was still on their way back to the border.