Evelyn rolled her eyes as she rose from her seat. Without a word, she strode toward the pigpen a few kilometers away. Moments later, she returned, breathing heavily, a struggling pig clutched in her arms. She dropped the animal onto the ground with a dull thud and crouched, her hands stained with dirt, and her clothes smeared with grime.
"Can't believe you're making me do this," Lionel muttered, glaring at the pig. "If you knew who I really am, perhaps you'd think twice—"
"Who are you, a prince?" Evelyn interrupted, her voice dripping with mockery as she grabbed the dagger lying nearby.
Lionel's jaw tightened, but he said nothing.
"Should I kill it?" Evelyn asked nonchalantly, pressing the dagger to the pig's neck.
"Yes. Do it," Lionel replied, his gaze flicking to her with a hint of irritation.
