"Of course, I wouldn't find anything here," Edmund said to Averon as they stood in front of the wooden board he had destroyed. "That's because you hid them before I could find any of them."
Before Averon could respond, a group of young women slowly came up from the stairs leading underground. But they stopped moving forward when the distance between them and Edmund was only about ten meters.
Each of them looked different—different hair, different eyes—as if Averon had purposely chosen women who didn't l1ook alike for his harem. But among the five of them, one girl caught Edmund's attention.
She looked… oddly familiar.
The girl standing at the back had red hair. It wasn't as bright as Primrose's, but it was really close. Her hazel eyes almost looked golden under the light. Not only that, even her face reminded him of his wife.
Edmund's jaw tightened. His hands slowly clenched into fists. [That bastard! He actually looked for someone who resembles my wife!]
