The former slave woman gazed at Zaroth's figure. She had no idea why this man, dressed like a demon, had saved her. But if what he said was true—if he didn't intend to enslave her—did that mean she was truly free?
After so long? Her body was broken—bruised, swollen, cut, and worse. Her mental state felt like it could crumble at any moment. And... she had been freed just like that? After all the failed attempts to escape, all it took was a single man to set her free?
Opening her mouth, she tried to speak, to say that she was thankful, but her words caught in her throat, as her eyes began to tear up and she went down on her knees sobbing.
Looking at the state the woman was in, Zaroth scratched the back of his head, 'I guess I shouldn't be surprised that she is not able to speak at the moment.'
