"I wonder…" Ilya muttered as she was observing the Dukedom from a distance.
Her dress was the same one she was wearing when she departed the estate. However, far from before, it was as clean as it could be.
She didn't want to change her clothing because she didn't feel the need for it. If anything, the ragged dress made her feel comforted.
Ilya was able to retain the indifference she had for her father and everyone else who gave her underserved maltreatment.
Well, it wouldn't be an understatement to say that she had already discarded the idea of enacting revenge. She would just be wasting her time letting those people get what they deserved.
The Lady wanted fate to be the one that would teach them a lesson or two.
"Why are they so hung up on searching for me? The Obelisk and the Dukedom, and even the Imperial Knight Order, are now involved. After all this time, they're giving me this much attention?"
