"I have decided." As soon as she stood, a woman suddenly spoke. "I have decided to become Lord Raphael's slave."
"What are you talking about, Cynthia? You can't just give yourself in so easily."
Upon hearing her declaration, Mathilda glanced intently at Cynthia from her seat. Carla looked at her as well, but her reaction was rather surprised than agitated.
As for me, I was kind of relieved to hear her response. But speaking of the devil, I noticed that there was something interesting about Cynthia—a very rare encounter—that she was the first person I ever met with such uniqueness. But better set that matter aside next time.
"Being a slave means that you cannot show any objection if someone were to buy you. I absolutely don't want to live a miserable life forever. The golden chance came right before me, and I would never let it slip within my grasp."
"But you barely know him yet. What if he forced you to do something beyond your reasons?"
