93 – Your Majesty

As soon as Bran had shifted the shelf completely, I could see a wooden door.

"Before opening this, I have a request." Bran said as he kept his back to the others.

"What's that?" Tosa replied.

The swordsman glanced slightly at that man. "You know, my sister...."

"Yeah, your older sister is one of Suja's concubines." Tosa cut off the conversation, then smiled broadly. "Don't worry, we won't do anything to her, really."

Bran was silent for a moment before finally pushing the door open. We were greeted by a brick-walled hallway with a staircase that led down.

"Basement?" Tosa smirked. "I just found out there's something like this in our tribe."

"Who is that!?" Suja's voice echoed from the end of the hall.

"It's me Bran, Your Majesty!" Bran answered while picking up a lantern made of metal framework hanging from the wall. "I will come there!"

"Bran?" Suja asked again when Bran and the others had started descending the stairs. "Has the rebellion of Tosa's group been stopped!?"