"Is there something going on at the Freifau residence, master?" Ferron could not hide his curiosity and asked Cyril, who did not even look at his butler.
Certainly, Cyril's behavior was very strange in the eyes of others. He suddenly decided to leave Adriana's residence with an angry look on his face. He should have been able to control himself. But he still could not.
[You have to be able to do that if you want to survive among the nobles!]
The memory of what Adriana had said suddenly made Cyril want to hit his head. He sincerely hoped that the memories of this young man whose body had been possessed would not return. Then maybe Cyril could behave as usual. He could respect Adriana as the Crown Princess. He did not resent being cornered alone with Adriana.
"What exactly do you want from me?" Cyril complained, banging his head.
"Master?" Cyril's behavior caught Ferron's attention again. The butler's face looked panicked.
