The gaunt man silently praised himself, bent down to lift the wooden board, and looked into the pitch-black space without any concern. He leapt in without making a sound, casually picked up a copper lamp from an embedded candleholder on the stone wall, and flicked a flame with his finger, lighting the lamp.
He immediately carried the lit lamp deeper inside. The passage was not very deep, and after walking for a while, he reached the end, where a pile of weeds lay with a slender woman lying atop them, her eyes firmly closed.
The gaunt man frowned as he looked at her, noting that her attire was very ordinary. Although her features were delicate, she was much too thin, especially her hands—too thin to be the direct daughter of one of the four great noble clans.
She looked more like a servant.
Annoyed, he wondered if those people had grabbed the wrong person, taking some innocent girl to fill in for someone else.
