“Haha, it seems you’ve learned some new entertaining talents in the time I haven’t seen you? It seems like you’re able to bark now?”
It seemed that he had no intention to release her till he had trampled all over her.
She let out a sigh and replied. “It seems you didn’t hear me tell you to fuck off. I thought you would be able to understand if I talked in the language of dogs like yourself.”
“What, dog?”
“You said I was a dog, but since we share blood, aren’t you also a dog?”
“Ha, there’s only one dog here. It’s you who abandoned the Marten name and became the Royal Palace’s dog by your own will.”
This Marten, Marten.
It seems he has no abilities so all he has to offer was his bloodline. I wonder what this man would be left with if the name of the Household was taken away from him. Vivian would bet that Leslie would become a beggar and starve to death if he was thrown out the Count’s doors.
“Is this your collar?”
Leslie extended a hand towards her chastity ring. Vivian retreated backward and slapped his hand away before it could touch her. At the same time. a very terrible light of cruelty flashed his eyes.
That’s right.
Vivian, who had predicted the slap, stared strongly at him and spoke before he could grab her collar. “Just as you said, I am the leashed possession of the Royal Palace. Do you not know what will happen if even a scratch appears on me?”
Regular servants and servants with life-contracts at the Royal Palace were different. In return for a life-long contract and no control over their entirety, they could ensure their safety till they died. No one could carelessly lift a hand against them, and couldn’t force them into intimacy.
Though the royals were an exception to the rule.
Even though it was a Count’s young master, they couldn’t lift a hand against her. No matter how much Count Marten loved his son, it would be very difficult to explain the circumstances that led to violence against a maid in the Royal Palace’s possession.
“Why were you afraid? What have I done to make you bare your teeth to me?”
Perhaps it was the effect of the threat. Leslie frowned and retreated several steps like a dog covered in shit. Contrary to his words, the person who was afraid was him, not her.
“Violence isn’t the only way to tame dogs with bad habits. Be expectant the next time we meet. If I see you next time, you’ll end up begging for my forgiveness on four legs. Let’s see how long you can be so stiff.”
Leslie spouted dialogue of an extra character who often appeared as a gang minion before he hit her shoulder as he passed by. It was such an obvious reaction that it wasn’t even worthy enough to write it into a novel.
A guy worth nothing.
She already knew that he would be unable to do anything. Vivian clicked her tongue and after she brushed off her shoulder, she continued to walk towards the library.
No, she attempted to walk towards the library. If it wasn’t for the fact that Ray stared at her in observation.
A black hood covered his entire body as usual, but he stood out even more because of how he was dressed.
I showed Ray a side of me that I hoped he wouldn’t see.
Vivian walked over to him and scratched the back of her head awkwardly.
Ray, who leaned on the wall without a word, slowly moved his lips. It was a cold voice that made everyone who heard it, freeze.
“You said to not let your family sway your life to and fro. It appears there was a good reason for why you gave such advice.”
He said it as though he could have helped her, but merely stood as a spectator from the start. Ray looked rather bothered, though the reason couldn’t be ascertained.
Is he feeling sorry for being unable to help directly?
Vivian decided that the chilliness above those blood-red lips was due to guilt and shook her hand as if it was alright. Then she smiled as though there was no need to feel bad and spoke.
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