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n“Goodness, Sir Anjou. Were my ears mistaken?”

n“I apologize. It is my first time seeing an outsider with such a weak body, so I wasn’t mindful of my words,” he gave an insincere apology.

nDiana’s expression was full of disbelief. She couldn’t apprehend the words that came out of his mouth.

n“Didn’t the grand duchess come from the House of Valois? The family had produced honorable knights for generations.”

n“What do you mean by that?”

n“I cannot put my mind at ease. Even the madame, who had been trained as a knight since she was young, couldn’t bear it. Let alone a child as weak as her…”

n“Sir Anjou. If you dare say another word, I will not hesitate to report this conversation to His Grace.” Diana scolded with a grimace.

nThen, Aria handed out a card.

nWhat is your age?

nAge?

n“I’m twenty-four this year…”

nSince Aria died when she was just twenty years old in her previous life, she should be four years older than him now.

nShe put up a pitiful act.

nHealth, status, strength. Those things are based on you being born with luck.

nIt’s such a pity that you have earned nothing by yourself during your 24 years of life, and now you’re so proud of this hollow shell of yours.

nThe knight stared at her, too shocked to speak.

nHe had never thought that a ten-year-old girl would criticize him.

nAfter he grasped the meaning of her words, his face flushed red in humiliation.

n‘…This!’

nAnjou Beauport.

nThe second son of the Beauport Family, the grand duke’s vassal. He was a knight from the 4th Order of Knights.

nThe 4th Order of Knights was the order of ordinary knights that were not able to associate with the other orders, and because of that, they were often ignored by the others.

nAs a matter of fact, Anjou was only able to join the order because of his family’s influence, not his abilities.

nThat was his inferiority complex. He had it hidden in the depths of his heart and didn’t tell anyone, but Aria’s words pierced right through it.

nSick people will get better after taking their medicines, but I don’t know what to do about people with rotten hearts. I’m sorry.

n“Pfft!”

nA short chuckle was heard.

nOne of the escorts was futilely suppressing his urge to laugh.

nTrembling in shame, his glare went from Aria to the other knight’s gaze. However, the knight just shrugged his shoulders, not minding his furious expression.

n‘You are nothing without your family.’

nIs what they would say.

n‘These lowly scums…’

nSir Anjou gritted his teeth.

n‘Has he even experienced hardships?’ Aria thought.

nShe had been abused all her life, sold by her father as a sacrifice, and was in a situation where she could be expelled empty-handed!

n“Then, have you ever achieved anything by yourself?”

nAdults should never say such things to a child.

nEven so, he was blinded by rage. He couldn’t think of anything else to appease his anger.

nUnexpectedly, Aria smiled at him. She gazed at Anjou as if she was dealing with an immature child’s tantrum.

nShe presented her next card.

nWhen I grow up, I will never become an adult like you.

nHe was utterly ashamed.

nDiana, Betty, and the other servants were inevitably surprised.

nThey had never known that Aria, who was so innocent and lovely, had a side like this.

nBut at the same time, they held great respect for her.

nEspecially Diana, since she was the one who knew Aria best.

n‘Although they are both of noble lineage, she didn’t bring up her peerage. She only exposed how he despised his knighthood that His Grace had bestowed because it was nothing more than a mere shell.’

nAll humans were the same.

nBut without having an ideology, it would be impossible for her to say things like that.

nIt was a revolutionary thought, especially in the Pinetta Empire, where feudalism existed.

n“…What?! This!” Anjou shouted.

nWhen he realized he had just yelled at the future grand duchess, he covered his mouth.

n“Sir Anjou, are you mad?”

n“Do not disrespect the lady ever again! Now, step back!”

nEven the knights, who were displeased with his atrocities, stood up for Aria.

n“You bitch! I mean, young miss…”

nAs he directed his angry scowl at her, Aria tilted her head.

nSince he was so fixated on class and social status, Aria wanted to show him the real difference.

nUnfortunately, there were too many eyes here.

n‘Shall I secretly visit him later?’

nThen again, he wasn’t worth dealing with.

n‘More than that, he’s very irritating.’

nAs Aria watched the servants mutter in disbelief regarding Sir Anjou’s audacious remarks, she heard a tiny voice.

n“…Bitch?”

nThe voice was short and sounded like it came from a child. However, it was filled with a perceivable aura of intimidation.

nStartled, everyone turned their gaze to the opened door.

nLeaning against the door, the boy stared at the knight with a stern look.

nHis eyes were like a void of darkness.

nAnjou knew that his stone-cold glare was targeted at him.

n“Gasp!”

nHis mouth opened in a silent scream, and his unblinking eyes popped like a fashioned toy doll. A bead of cold sweat dripped down his back, and his skin became as pale as the blade that flashed before his neck.

nSlash—!

nDecapitation.

nHe was beheaded, and his head rolled on the floor.

nThe knight groped his throat, panting heavily.

n‘M-my… my neck…?!’

n…His head was still intact.

nHowever, he certainly saw a terrible vision of his neck being cut off.

nThis was the power of the Prince.

nLloyd sheathed his sword, making it seem like what he had seen wasn’t an illusion.

n“Y-Your Highness! I was wrong……!”

n“You can only repent in the presence of God.”

nDon’t beg the devil for forgiveness.

nHe only needed a mere second to take out his sword and cut off a human’s neck.

nIt was at that moment.

nThe boy, who had sensitive hearing, heard the bedsheets rustle.

nAnd when he turned his head, Aria met his gaze.

n“……”

nShe shook her head.

nAs if telling him he shouldn’t do it.

n‘What is she…’

nBut Lloyd’s eyes went towards Aria’s neck, which was wrapped in a bandage.

nIt was a wound that he made.

nHis expression darkened.

nLloyd squeezed the handle of the sword as if he intended to crush it. But in the end, he couldn’t pull it out.

nHe didn’t want to seem like he obediently followed her words, so he gritted his teeth with a look of impatience and spoke, “That’s a cool nickname!”

n“Yes?”

n“You called her a bitch. What’s next? Why don’t you continue talking? It seems like you have more to say.” Lloyd spoke.

nHe couldn’t just say it.

nThe knight, covered with cold sweat, clenched his teeth and bowed his head.

n“If you don’t finish your sentence, I might mistake you for a person who’s already tired of living.”

nLloyd waited for him to speak his words.

nSubsequently, the huge jaguars that followed the boy wandered leisurely around the room.

nJaguars invading the room should be an unusual sight to anyone, but the servants just looked at them as if they were familiar with it.

nThe only one trembling was Anjou.

nHis hands were shaking, and he felt sick to his stomach.

n“Eek—!”

nThe jaguar’s tail brushed past his leg, and he shuddered with an unseemly suppressed scream.

nAnjou wiped his wet palms to his trousers, moistened his lips with his tongue and said,

n“Th-the young miss is correct!”

n“Are you sure?”

n“Yes, of course. She said the right thing, but I wasn’t able to fathom her words and dared to pervert it.”

nThe knight had chosen to throw away his pride, for he was threatened with his life.

nA person who speaks of class couldn’t even say a word when the topic was pressed.

nAria turned her head away from the knight.

nAs expected, he was tiresome to deal with.

n“So you’re saying it’s your fault.”

n“Y-yes! It is.”

n“How will you pay for it?”

n“How will I… what?”

nInstead of replying, Lloyd leaned against the wall again.

nHe had a cruel, disturbing expression coupled with a sinister menace. Sunken, dark eyes mindlessly stared into his.

nHe was the devil that drove his prey into a corner and made them run to the trap on their own discretion.

n“H-how will I ever pay you back…”

nWas he bored because he couldn’t kill him?

nThe boy was motionless. He had a weary look on his face.

nAria stared at him quietly.

nThen, their eyes met again.

nLloyd’s forehead creased.

nThe atrocious feeling contained in his sullen eyes, soon disappeared without a trace.

nHe murmured, “If I’m not mistaken, the stable-boys said that they’re short on hands.”

n“I will go!”

n“You will? If a knight helps them, their burden would certainly be alleviated.”

nSir Anjou clenched his fist tightly in shame.

n‘He wants me to take care of the horses and clean its dung?’

nAnjou Beauport’s biological mother was the former emperor’s beloved niece, carrying the imperial family’s blood in her veins.

nAlthough the situation had changed after the emperor’s death and the crown prince’s ascension, he still remembered the glory he had enjoyed in those days.

nThat’s why he thought of himself no less than the imperial family.

nTaking care of the stables was the most demeaning thing he could ever do in his entire life.

n‘I will never mingle with them. To think I’ll become the assistant of a lowbrow who can’t even dare to make eye contact…’

nBut he was desperate to survive.

n‘If I refuse, I’ll die.’

nHe desperately repudiated in his mind.

n“Ah, how about this. Let’s revoke your knighthood until you can reflect on yourself.”

n“But then!”

n“This is a fitting punishment for someone as daring as you. Isn’t that right?”

n“……”

n“You seem unhappy.”

n“Not at all. I’ll follow your orders.”

n“Then kneel,” Lloyd commanded.

nHis order was simple and straightforward.

nAnjou immediately fell on his knees and lowered his forehead to the ground.

nAs Lloyd gave Aria the authority to strip off his knighthood, he turned his back on her and left.

nBut before he stepped out of the room, he paused for a moment.

n“……”

nHe sighed and swept up his disheveled bangs with a stuffy look.

nAll of a sudden, Lloyd strode before Aria with quick steps.

n“Are you a fool?”

n‘Why is he suddenly…?’

n“Why are you holding back?”

nShe wasn’t holding back in the first place. Aria had already said all the things that she wanted to the knight.

nBesides, she might have spared the knight’s life, but it was never out of sympathy.

nShe just didn’t want her room to be dirtied with blood.

n“From now on, if someone tries to touch you, just beat them up. I’ll allow you to punch them, even if it’s the grand duke himself.”

n‘But, that’s a little…’

nAria couldn’t tell whether he was serious or not.

nWhile Aria continued to ponder, Lloyd fumbled inside the coat he was wearing and pulled out a brass knuckle.

nAnd he gave it to her.

n‘Why is he carrying that around? To beat people up?’

nAria couldn’t be more surprised.

n“I’ll grant you full authority while I’m gone.”

n‘Why would he do that?’

nBefore she could ask, he made an excuse.

n“It’s my last gift to you. Use that privilege to set up a residence outside until I get back. Don’t come back to Valentines’ Palace before then.”

nLloyd led the jaguars away and left the room with them.

nAria later found out that the encounter was the last time she would see him before he left for the academy.

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