Bab 202: Lord Beltar Miraqen

Inside the castle walls, Aragon's keen eyes caught sight of familiar faces—men from their tribe who had made their way to the city of Ditrayn. Katherine's surprised exclamation brought his attention to them.

"Wait, there are the tribe's men. What are they doing here?" She questioned, curiosity etched on her features.

Aragon couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and concern. "Your brother might be able to assist us," he replied, his voice tinged with cautious hope.

Katherine's eyes narrowed at his response, clearly unimpressed with his choice of words. "You brat, why do you talk about him like that?" She retorted, her protective instincts kicking in.

Aragon's expression softened as he glanced at his aunt, realizing the deep connection she still felt for her brother. "Because," he began, choosing his words carefully, "he isn't my uncle anymore."