Amanda's purple beads widened in fright. "Sorry sir, I don't understand what you mean, sir.""Who are your parents?""Ba-baron Broke," Amanda stuttered.She didn't even cover up that her father was a 'baron.' She wasn't a maid in that house. If she lied, she would say the same thing as her father if they were 'duke' class aristocrats. "Who's Gisella?" asked Illarion, again."My sister."Illarion's eyebrows rose to one side. Her sister? Why was she treated like that by her sister? They do not seize each other's territory. Illarion increasingly does not understand, and maybe she is just having a bad dream of being enslaved by her family. And why should I worry about her dream?"D-did I do something wrong, Sir?""No," replied Illarion to the girl in his arms. Several minutes passed, and the big man had not moved from his position. Illarion did this unconsciously, his eyes roaming every inch of the tiny figure beneath him. The beautiful Amethyst beads, the long curling eyelashes, the high

It wasn't long before the servants came in and cleaned up Madam Croiz's body. Amanda was still in Illarion's arms. The man's embrace seemed to want to reduce the trauma that Amanda had received, but that was impossible. She had never seen anyone killed before her own eyes—although in this case, Amanda had her back to the victim—apart from her blood and the blood of an animal she was about to cook, she had never seen such a pool of blood from a person's body."You move to my room, it seems this room can no longer be used," said the Black Prince as he let go of his arms on Amanda."Same room with him? I'm too afraid even to refuse," Amanda thought, and along with that thought, the petite girl's vision darkened. She returned unconscious because she could not see the blood that almost filled the corner of the room. Illarion efficiently carried the girl like a light feather pillow.That night Amanda did not dream of anything, somehow she fell asleep very soundly. Amanda's eyelids blinked t

"Adam!" shout Amy. "Do not exaggerate.""Can Monsieur Adam explain to me?" Amanda asked excitedly.The question took Adam and Amie by surprise. "She doesn't realize she's being humiliated?" asked each of them silently. They didn't know that Amanda had been used to receiving such treatment for most of her life. Even worse.Adam smiled disdainfully. "Okay, I will teach slowly so you can understand. Though it looks like it will spend twelve full moons remembering the brain-""Adam!" cut Amy again.Amanda just smiled innocently at that. She was so eager to learn that the girl was not allowed to go to school after her mother died."Education is not important for a woman," said Baron Broke. Even so, Baron Broke still allowed Gisella to stay in school - but Amanda did her homework instead."Well let's start the lesson for you, madam," began Adam.***Andreas drew his sword at the Black Prince, but the man quickly blocked it."You have to watch out for him sir!" Andreas exclaimed as he again

Amie averted her eyes when she saw the Black Prince aiming his arrow at Amanda from a distance."Your job is to protect Madam White from anyone, anyone! Except the Black Prince," Amie's command rang out at this time.Next to Illarion, Andreas smiled faintly. So today, Master finally decided to kill that strange woman?"Do you know how many top St. Benedict's graduates there are?" asked Illarion. In Anarka, St. Benedict is a school for nobles and scholarships for the smartest. Still, it doesn't necessarily make students graduate quickly because the high graduation standards are strict.Andreas furrowed his brows before the great cavalry general understood the Black Prince's question. Monsieur Curtis had already answered it. "Only two have graduated with the title of the best student, sir. One of them is you," replied Curtis proudly of the Black Prince's accomplishments.They were now practicing archery in the vast courtyard of the Black Prince's palace. In the distance, Amanda and Adam

"How are you? I miss you!" Gisella screamed cheerfully, then rushed into Amanda's arms.The silver-haired girl desperately held back her trembling body. Amanda glanced stiffly at Aime. Will Gisella be rude to me in front of Aime? Will she treat me at home?“Y-you came, No-ah Gi-Gisella?” Amanda asked, her hands gripping the fabric of her skirt tightly. She decided to act like her stepmother exemplified; a 'harmonious family.'Gisella smiled slyly. 'Why isn't she dead yet? And she started acting on par with me?'. "I wanted to see you, I heard you live well here.""I-that's how it is," replied Amanda coldly but couldn't hide her trembling voice."I have a message from mom. Can we talk alone?" Gisella replied while glancing at Aime. Next, Gisella leaned toward Amanda, whispering. Then, she said, "You certainly don't want the maids, and most importantly, your husband knows how low your class was."Amanda bit her lip. 'If they knew how I was treated in the past, they would have looked me i