Sylvia silently followed the two men as they walked out of the castle main building.
Standing side by side, the two handsome figures were quite eye-catching, the sight wasted within the confines of the empty castle.
The little kid on the other hand was in an entirely different mood.
He jumped around like an energetic monkey and chattered non-stop, that too especially with Sylvia.
"Slave gal, why are your eyes so blue?"
"Slave gal, where are your mom and dad?"
"They sold you?"
"Slave gal, do you know to read and write?"
"Can you sing me something?"
"Your hair is so pretty."
"Can wu do magic?"
The cute and adorable pair of eyes, a miniature version of Mikel's cold and demonic ones, blinked at her and badgered her with a million questions.
Sylvia felt as if her head was going to burst.
The little devil even kept addressing her as a slave non-stop, bashing the cold hard reality again and again right on her face.
