CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
Tatiana stood up abruptly, and it made Morgan jump.
“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked and looked around while holding the hilt of the sword.
“I left the buckets outside!” she gasped, “I should be boiling them!”
She got up from the table and marched towards the door, but paused and turned back to them.
“Morgan, please clean the table and do the dishes!” she asked.
“Huh? Oh, yes, of course.”
“Thank you!” she said and hurriedly went outside. The door closed behind her and he was left with the old man, who was silently eating his soup. He was done eating, so he waited for the old man to finish.
“She’s of nobility, is she?” the old man asked him out of nowhere. Morgan looked down, unsure if it was safe to talk about it or not.
“It does not matter,” the old man ad
