The woman remained silent, lowering her head, unable to bear everyone's hate-filled gazes.
Her action was the answer they all needed.
"God of light! It wasn't the first time this beast had done this!" A woman's voice broke the oppressive silence.
Suddenly, a stone flew through the air and slammed into the woman's forehead; streaks of blood streamed down her brows.
Upon seeing the blood, it was as if a switch had been flipped; the crowd began gathering stones and hurling them at the woman—their gaze filled with bloodlust.
They all wanted her dead at that moment; if Eloise hadn't acted quickly and ordered her guards to control the crowd, the inn owner would have been stoned to death.
"Enough! Whoever throws that stone again will be locked in the cell for murder!" Eloise's stern warning rang out, bringing the crowd back to their senses.
Though discontented murmurs and harsh insults filled the air, no one dared to pick up stones and hurl them at her.
