“Okay. Will the ‘Immortals’ be coming with you?” asked Pantea Arteshbod, trying to change the topic, to better ease stiffened tensions. The ‘Immortals’ were a covert spy network controlled by Rode, their outreach extended to all cities and realms, bringing in whispers and silent truths; it held tremendous advantages in finding out anyone’s secrets.
But Rode only grunted loudly, leaving the unanswered question to freeze in the air.
The Regent became annoyed; she had to snuff out her daughter’s rudeness before it became too late. “I asked you a question, young lady.” she asked sternly.
“Why do you care, mother?” barked Rode, her voice was whiny. “It's my group of spies not yours, must you always butt into my f*****g business?!”
The Regent suddenly felt nauseated, but she decided not t
