67.

Van, who was standing next to Richt, looked down.

‘no.’

Half thought so. Richt’s slave was enough for him alone. I didn’t want anyone else to be added to it. Since Abel was of noble blood, I thought he would hold on with pride and then fall away. Who would have thought that she would fall like that even after she volunteered to do so.

Van turned and looked at Richt. It wasn’t difficult to read his expression. My insides turned black. I wanted to kill Abel right now.

‘But that won’t be possible.’

Differences in status. Something that has never felt sad is now painful. Although Abel …