C41 CHAPTER41

The petite, baby-faced Namanese woman trembled, her face drained of color. "Please, don't kill me..." she pleaded in Merina.

"Huh? You speak Merina?" Christopher seemed taken aback.

"Y-Yes... I'm Aino, an international student from Nama... Or Lizzy Dawson, as I'm known in Merina Country," she stammered. "I barely know those three... They needed a translator for the local dialect and asked me. I