The mercenary watched Atlas walk out of the carriage without looking back. He spoke a few words to the guards before walking away.
Not knowing what to do, Natalia looked around, feeling awkward. The last time she was in the palace, she had encountered a maid who offended her.
Of course, she didn't forget. She never forgot such things. Some might call her petty, but that was who she was. She liked to repay everyone in kindness.
Whatever she got, she gave back ten folds. Lost in thoughts, she failed to notice that a few maids were standing respectfully before her.
She was led to the third floor. Ironically, she felt nothing special. It was more thrilling when she was sneaking around the palace.
What made it more fun was the thought of being caught, just like a kid caught with their hands in a cookie jar. Maybe she was just not normal like others.
Natalia admired the beautiful architectural design of the palace in detail as she was led through the corridors.
