Hail Lord Vinsion!

Chapter 14

A woman emerged from the door, causing every eye to widen in shock.

The crowd began pushing and shoving one another just to catch a glimpse of the women who were rumored to have shared Rael’s bed.

Mathis was stunned, almost unable to believe what he saw.

“Is she really Rael's woman?”

It wasn’t a young and beautiful woman. Instead, the figure stepping through the door was a middle-aged woman with a large frame and strands of gray hair visible among her locks.

Whispers broke out among the crowd as the woman’s appearance shattered their fantasies of the young, seductive women who supposedly filled “Rael’s harem.”

“Did we raid the wrong place?”

“Why is it a middle-aged woman?”

“Am I the only one who thinks this harem is incredibly strange?”

“You’re right. Usually, young and wealthy men prefer women who are young, beautiful, and sexy.”

Although Mathis found his discovery strange and shocking, he quickly entertained another possibility.

A disgusted smirk crept onto Mathis’s lips.

“Well, it can’t be helped. So, this is Rael’s taste.”

“Truly unique.”

Mathis turned to the officials and resumed his speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm.”

“Like you, I’m also surprised to learn that Rael’s preference isn’t for young women as we imagined.”

Mathis let out a long sigh.

‘Good grief, thank goodness Calista broke up with Rael.’

‘How unfortunate Calista would have been if she had stayed with a man who couldn’t appreciate her beauty.’

Mathis continued his speech, “Even so, Rael’s act of building a personal harem using state funds is still inexcusable.”

Although the officials found the situation odd, they nodded in agreement with Mathis’s statement.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged woman standing behind Mathis scanned the crowd before her with a look of confusion.

She murmured, “Where is Lord Vinsion?”

Then the middle-aged woman asked, “Who are you people?”

“What business do you have here?”

Mathis turned toward the middle-aged woman, scrutinizing her from head to toe with a condescending gaze.

Although the woman was dressed well and neatly enough, she still wasn’t attractive enough in Mathis’s eyes to be considered a mistress.

Instead of answering the woman’s question, Mathis posed one of his own.

“Do you know Rael Vinsion?”

The woman nodded immediately. “Yes, I know Lord Vinsion.”

How could the middle-aged woman not know Rael? After all, he had played a significant role in her life.

She vividly remembered the time when her husband sacrificed his life during a dangerous mission against organ trafficking mafias at the northern border of Noorhaven.

Back then, it was Rael who called her and informed her about the situation at the northern border and her husband’s condition.

She recalled meeting Rael at the funeral home, where, with sorrowful eyes, Rael bowed deeply to her.

In his gaze, she could see a mix of emotions—guilt, gratitude, respect, and determination.

She also remembered that, due to her husband’s highly sensitive identity, they couldn’t hold a public funeral or announce his achievements out of fear of endangering the family.

As a result, they had to cremate him in secret.

At that time, Rael not only sent a large amount of condolence money but also, on behalf of her husband’s friend, he arranged a private and honorable funeral for her husband.

Rael’s sincere actions deeply touched the middle-aged woman’s heart while simultaneously making her worry that such actions might bring trouble to Rael in the future.

Even so, Rael showed no fear and instead promised to protect her family and provide her with a house in the elite district of The Gold Throne.

The woman initially refused Rael’s offer, saying, “Lord Vinsion, I think this is too much.”

But Rael insisted, “There’s no such thing as too much when honoring the family of a hero.”

“If you respect your husband’s sacrifices, please accept this small gift from me.”

Eventually, the middle-aged woman moved to the elite district of The Gold Throne with her family. Upon arriving, she realized that the neighborhood was home to widows and children left behind by family members who had died serving Noorhaven.

Meanwhile, the woman’s statement that she knew Rael made the smile on Mathis’s lips widen even further.

‘Just as I thought, that bastard made this old woman his mistress.’

‘After this, I’ll fully expose all of Rael’s filth to the public.’

Mathis then pulled out a list from his pocket. “Alright, since you know Rael Vinsion, I’m going to ask you about a series of names on this list.”

“I hope you’ll answer honestly.”

The middle-aged woman nodded. “Sure.”

Mathis began reading the names on the list one by one.

“Do you know Melany Salazar?”

The middle-aged woman nodded.

“Then, do you know Paisley Whitley?”

The middle-aged woman nodded again.

“And next, do you know Lara Chapman?”

The middle-aged woman kept nodding as Mathis read through the entire list of names.

“Yes, I know all of them.”

How could she not recognize those names when they were her neighbors, living side by side in harmony as fellow families of those who had selflessly served Noorhaven?