Life in the cell was dull. For Eric, the only upside was probably that it was much quieter.
There was no need to deal with a bunch of random people either.
Leif could finally eat some decent food. He was still the same as when they first met, though—silent unless spoken to. When asked a question, he would always pause for a minute before answering. To be precise, one minute and one second. Eric had timed it, and absurdly, it was exact every time.
Hessin was "summoned" almost every day. Eric had witnessed his expression change from initial sorrow to numbness, and now to a state of calm acceptance.
Now, he faced his daily "summons" with composure. It might be a bit inappropriate to think, but Eric always felt that Hessin had some other emotions mixed in. Excitement, for instance?
Eric could only hope that the forty-year-old noblewoman wouldn't grow tired of Hessin before the so-called "big operation" Leif mentioned took place.
'Who could handle a noblewoman like that?'
