She still remembered the man who had taken her and her son in. She also remembered it was the Lord who had saved them both; otherwise, she and her son would have long since died in the chaos.
The woman was only in her thirties, but she looked as if she were emitting a decaying aura of death. Whatever price she had paid to give birth to Barin, perhaps this was the meaning of motherhood.
Lance didn't mention anything else but specifically spoke about Barin's performance, praising his outstanding efforts.
For a mother, nothing was more pleasing than this: her child, who in her eyes would never grow up, was now receiving recognition from the Lord.
The fleeting joy had an effect, and the woman's condition visibly improved. However, Lance, who could see through flesh and bone, knew the reality remained unchanged.
The woman reached out with her trembling hands as if wanting to say something, but realized the disparity in their statuses and froze.
