Back at the residence, Yulia waited patiently for Sloane to return. She finished reading two encyclopedias and a history book on the royal family.
"Milady it's time for dinner. You must not be late or the marquess won't like it."
Her maid was preparing her nightdress.
"Jane. Why are father and sister so busy?"
"That's...Its because he is the leader of the Knight's Order. And he controls the kingdom's army. That's why he is a busy man." Jane blabbered trying to convince Yulia while combing her soft black hair.
"Mommy also left us. Father keeps looking at her picture every day. And sister is kinder than before. But she is even busier."
Jane couldn't bear to see Yulia. This seven-year-old child remained strong holding back her tears; hiding her grief cheering others lightening the mood.
Jane wiped her eyes and smiled gently.
"Miss I'm sure they are always thinking about what's best for you."
Yulia's golden eyes met Jane's dark brown eyes. She stared at her for a while then passed a big smile.
"Thank you, Jane. For staying by my side."
Yulia opened the door.
"Let's go. Papa is waiting for us."
Jane nodded and followed the young child to the dining hall.
Meanwhile, Sloane reached the city square.
Behind the marketplace was a street of the illegal market. There were bars and casinos where women and child slaves were sold as prostitutes and won in gambling.
Fights and bloodshed between the male slaves were a source of entertainment in the underground arena for aristocrats.
The twelve-year-old girl entered the casino. The place looked extravagant but unsightly. Drunk nobles mostly men performing foul activities while prostitutes endured such torture.
Sloane approached a waiter near the bar counter asking for the baron's whereabouts.
The waiter lead her to a room where the baron sat drunk on the sofa with three women. The youngest was probably about a year older than her.
"Hey, wench! Bring me another bottle of wine." He called out to Sloane who stood at the door.
This aggravated her to the point where she was unable to control her temper.
The prostitutes looked at her with half-dead eyes that begged for freedom.
She sat on the opposite side of the sofa.
"So Günter. A gutter rat like you have been hiding here." Sloane lashed out.
"Tell me one thing."
"Hmmm."The drunken baron reacted.
"You pig-faced drunken bastard. Did you hit Yulia?"
The aura around her slowly darkened.
" Yuliaaa?Ahh!Yulia de Nirvana.That foul girl of Nirvana's.That haughty piece of shit deserves a good whacking. What a low intellect she has. If she were not from a higher status I would have sold her off."
This sparked the fury that Sloane controlled for so long. She unsheathed her sword, and in a flick of a second, the head went flying in the air and rolled on the ground.