Ingrid knelt down beside the man. It was indeed Arthur, but she could tell something was off.
“What’s wrong?” The man with a deep voice asked. Walking over to Ingrid and the man she was looking at.
“He still has his essence,” Ingrid stated.
“What does it matter? He is dead. Just tell me what his role was so we can replace him.” The man’s voice said callously.
“His name is Arthur.”
Hazel sucked in a breath when she heard Miss Ingrid identify him. Lumina held back tears. How were they going to continue learning to fight with Arthur gone? He was a great friend and teacher to her and Hazel. Not to mention the other slaves that he had taught how to fight.
“I don’t care, what was his station?” The man ordered heartlessly.
“I don’t think he is dead,” Ingrid continued. “I can tell
