Chapter 31: Joyce Fovarque!

Under Taylor Yale's gaze, the Silver-haired Woman walked into the main hall in the distance. Curiosity churned in Taylor's eyes. That girl's presence was no joke. Without doing a thing, she pressed down on people like a mountain. He wanted to see what she was up to, but he did not follow. Instead, he turned back toward his own quarters. He needed to cook. At this hour, his teacher was usually busy, buried in writing that… whatever "law" it was. Master and disciple ate simply every day, either...