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They were pagans. I had no idea how I had ended up in a pagan village, but somehow, I had. Even if I hadn’t seen any tattoos on the red-haired woman, the old man tending to me clearly revealed their identity.
The men who had come to question me also bore many tattoos, reminiscent of the ones I had fought against. Their presence only fueled my anger. They had taken my father from me and dealt a severe blow to my family. I wanted vengeance, yet I was also confused. The people I had fought had been merciless, but the old man before me was clearly treating my wounds.
He checked my injuries, cleaned them, and applied new bandages. He even asked how I felt, but I remained silent throughout. When he offered me a cup of something, I held up my hand in refusal. I would not accept any dri
