Two days before the banquet, I asked an audience with Marquess Ross to tell him about it. And maybe, to ask him for some money to so I could buy some food… I mean, a dress. But as usual, he was keeping me standing in front of his desk while he busied himself with his work.
'Please, father, just give me my allowance.' A shallow breath escaped my mouth as I stared at the pile of papers on his desk. 'Does he enjoy being watched while working? I could watch him from that divan if that's what he wants, but he had to pay me and let me sit, though.'
I really wanted to voice out my thoughts so badly, but I was not ready to bid my farewell to my peaceful life. After all, they hadn't crossed me yet, so I had no reason to retaliate. I'm sorry, Marsella. I just needed to take care of your body first. I would bring them to their knees once this body can lift a sword.
