Chapter Type: Character Development, Passive Event
"And that is why I suspect that the minds of the entire household are being affected." I told Lady Ingrid. I had left out the part about my System message.
"How would such a curse get past our wards? How would it work at ALL inside?" She casually waved a bloody knife at me while talking. It would have been so easy for her to thrust it into my face.
"I don't know. Did the woman, Feor have anything to do with re-making the wards?"
"The woman who tore them down? Do I look like an idiot?"
"You look like someone who has had many things to keep her busy."
"Including checking the wards, before, during, and after construction. They should prevent all harmful magic."
"It sounds as though I must be mistaken, then."
"Well, be mistaken with a suture needle and thread. And sew it double. I expect for there to be fighting tomorrow."