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Chapter 7: The Clown Who Would Not Dance
Scar hurried through the servants’ corridor to the dining hall, half running to keep up with the time. All the omegas ignored him as if he never existed as he passed by them, quickly sidestepping and giving him clear distance anytime it seem like he came too close. It was as if he had a transferrable disease.
But their attitude was the least worries on his mind as he half-ran to the dining where he had been assigned to clean. Simi had been called to the kitchens as soon as they got to the servant’s quarters, and he wouldn’t see her until late in the night or dawn, after cleaning.
“Watch where you are going, fool!” a short stocky woman who was carrying a large steaming bowl of soup growled, coming out from the intersection of the kitchens. It was the principal cook, Ma Afuo, the fourth command in the kitchens. Three young maids followed behind her, all carrying pots of different types of stews.
“Sorry,” Scar murmured. Ma Afuo ignored him and continued her way,
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