Richard asked Emily to accompany him inside the room where he led the prisoner.
The others were guarding his hip for any other possible attack.
Inside the small cabin, Richard sat while facing the red-haired woman who seemed somewhat familiar,
"You are from the Scarlette clan, right?"
Richard asked without beating around the bush. Red hair was very rare in this world and considering how strong she seemed, Richard believed she must be a part of a strong clan.
The lady sobbed as she nodded, "Yes…I am your grandmother."
Emily's eyes widened upon hearing that. Seeing the woman in front, one wouldn't regard her as more than a thirty-year-old woman.
She still has such fair skin, perfect and well-toned shape, along with perky breasts that it is hard to believe that she is Richard's grandmother.
'Are all women of Scarlette house this….packed?' A sense of inferiority was born when Emily looked down at her still-growing breasts.