A middle-aged lady entered the dungeon and sat in front of Benjamin’s cellar. He looked at her but said nothing.

“Are you not even going to ask why I am here?” she asked. She was a tall woman with long earlocks.

Benjamin replied a bit late. “What do you want… Uzza?”

“I heard that in the land of Lille, there’s a woman named Rebecca, whom you’ve given your bite mark,” she frowned at him. “How can you give your power to some women outside the clan?”

“First of all, she’s my wife,” Benjamin said, flipping the book he was reading and putting it down on the stone bed next to him. “She has every right to receive what’s mine. On top of that, she’s a loyal soul who’s trying to be perfect in her own way.”

“But your dad said she let you suffer in her own house,” Uzza said. “She’s far from being loyal or perfect. She does not deserve your love or strength. You should choose Rye instead. She can give you seven sons and seven daughters in the next two decades. God willing, you can have multiple