Chapter 197

Cecil kept her eye on the masked man's back as they were led away. The entire time she walked behind the man, the black ominous aura never seemed to fade. For her, the masked man decided that she would be deemed as the final item of the day and she had a special cell reserved just for her.

This made Cecil sick to the core.

It was as if the shocking discovery she made wasn't enough, the more jail cells they passed by, the more queasy Cecil felt. The slaves to be auctioned here were mostly young and some of them were even malnourished, their sobs and cries could be heard echoing throughout the corridor.

"Cecil."

Rugi called out to her discreetly, and she lifted her head to give him a quick glance.

"Are you alright?" he questioned softly in concern, still maintaining an indifferent expression. "The further we head in, the more pale you look."

"...it's nothing, seeing this all for myself is pretty sickening."