"Ah, I haven't properly introduced Miss Miranda and Brandon, have I?" Zachar chuckled, "Actually, the two of you might have already met. I believe Brandon recognized Miss Miranda, but Miss Miranda might not have recognized Brandon, am I right? Haha, Miss Miranda, Brandon here is the head of the chess club. He's been undefeated for years, but it seems he finally met his match with you. Brandon, are you willing to admit defeat?"Brandon bowed slightly and said calmly, "I admit it."Miranda was momentarily taken aback. Brandon is the head of the chess club?"It was just because the head of the club was kind enough to go easy on me," Miranda quickly added, genuinely.Brandon shook his head and replied, "I never go easy on anyone."Reginald, who clearly knew of Brandon’s position as head of the chess club, wasn't surprised at all. He smiled as he looked around at the group and then suddenly spoke, "Since Prince Zachar is introducing Miss Miranda to everyone, why stop halfway? Let me fill i
"Your Highness Zachary, your tactic of playing the thief to catch the thief is quite clever. You must have predicted that, with my unruly nature, if I were questioned by a mere merchant, I’d be irritated and refuse to respond. That way, your scheme would fall perfectly into place. I imagine that's why you pushed Mr. Brandon so hard to confront me. Your Highness, have I got it right?"As Reginald exposed the plot, Zachary’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger.Brandon, meanwhile, furrowed his brows, deep in thought, his expression heavy with doubt.“Judging by your expression, Your Highness, I’d say I hit the mark. But you’ve gone about this all wrong.” Reginald shook his head, his displeasure obvious. Just when the crowd expected him to accuse Zachary of framing him, he surprised them by saying, “If you wanted to frame me, you should have let me know in advance. That way, I could’ve played along. After all, with my reputation, what’s one more murder? We’ve known each ot
As Miranda was called upon, she had no choice but to turn her head, pretending she hadn't heard their previous conversation. Feigning confusion, she said, "Sorry, I was talking to Miss Martha and didn’t quite catch what you were saying. Something about dealing with someone? A villain, perhaps? I remember my mother always said, ‘One should never be petty or overly calculating, or else it would be quite unbecoming!’" She nodded vigorously, as if to add weight to her words.It would be quite unbecoming? Reginald's eyes slowly narrowed, gleaming with a sharp light. Mi-ran-da!"Well then, Your Highness Zachary, Mr. Brandon, I’ve said all I need to say. Whether you believe it or not is up to you," Reginald added.Brandon lowered his gaze, lost in thought. Although the Duke of Reginald had acted frivolously before, but a person's trustworthiness wasn’t only about their attitude."Oh, that reminds me, I'm quite curious about something," Reginald said, tapping his forehead. "His Highness Zacha
Zachary was inwardly anxious but maintained a calm façade as he said, "Lord Reginald, you misunderstand. I have always despised traitors, so when you mentioned a spy among my people, I couldn't help but react. But I assure you, this assassination attempt has nothing to do with me."This time, Reginald merely smiled slightly without further argument, turning his gaze toward Brandon with an amused look.Brandon was deep in thought, his expression shifting subtly. After a long pause, he finally composed himself, cupped his hands, and said, "Duke Reginald, you must be joking. His Highness Zachary is known for his generosity and noble character. I have long shared a close relationship with him, and I trust that he would never act in such a way."Hearing this, Zachary let out a quiet sigh of relief."Oh?" Reginald looked at him with a faint smile. "Perhaps in the past, no. After all, he has benefited greatly from your support each year. But things are different now. Lord Ivan has been dispa
The two nobles were using Martha as a pawn in their power struggle, clearly aware that she was Brandon's weak spot. If he upset either one of them, Martha would be in grave danger.His Highness Zachary’s request for money was urgent, and Brandon couldn’t refuse it; otherwise, Zachary wouldn’t spare Martha.As for Duke Reginald’s request for funds, Brandon absolutely couldn’t agree to it in front of Zachary. Doing so would be like playing both sides, making each party push him harder. Neither would protect him; instead, they’d both exploit him. Therefore, he had to refuse Reginald outright. However, Reginald was unpredictable—though his words might seem casual, there was no telling whether he would truly threaten Martha. Brandon needed to find a way to smooth things over privately. The problem was that Reginald's unpredictable nature even made him difficult for the king to handle. Who could possibly persuade him not to cause trouble for Martha?Brandon pondered nervously and suddenly r
Zachary, unaware of the finer details, thought Brandon was just giving tips on how to care for Martha because of her health. He nodded at Miranda and left with a smile. Brandon gently stroked Martha’s hair and said, “You must be tired. Go rest early. I need to speak with Miss Miranda.”Martha, the most innocent in the hall, was the only one who didn’t notice the tense talks. She had no idea about the trouble she had caused. Though she didn’t want to leave, she nodded and obeyed.Soon, only Brandon and Miranda were left. Brandon sighed and spoke directly, “Miss Miranda, I think you heard the earlier talk. Martha is in danger, and I need your help. Could you speak to Duke Reginald for her?”Miranda hesitated. She wasn’t Martha, and the tense talks earlier had not escaped her. She liked Martha’s kind and gentle nature and didn’t want her caught in the crossfire. But—“Mr. Brandon, I want to help, but I’ve only met the Duke a few times. I doubt I can sway him.”Reginald was driven by whims
As Miranda and her companions approached the door to the northern room, they found a shadow guard waiting there. He bowed respectfully and said, "Miss Miranda, the lord is waiting for you on the balcony. Only one may go. The rest, please wait here.""Thank you for letting me know." Miranda smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.After reaching the balcony, the guard opened the door for her to enter and then closed it behind her.Knowing she would once again face the unpredictable Duke Reginald alone, Miranda couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. She took a deep breath and stepped forward.Reginald sat casually on the balcony railing, his handsome features glowing in the moonlight. "Miranda, you're not here to thank me. Let me guess—Brandon wants you to plead for him and Martha, offering concessions or maybe a threat if I push too hard. Am I right?""…" Before Miranda could speak, he had guessed everything!Momentarily speechless, Miranda didn’t know how to respond.Seeing her stunned expr
Noticing that Miranda was still trembling slightly, Reginald felt his heart soften further and said gently, "Alright, it’s my fault. I’m used to high places. Let me help you down, okay?"So, even this fierce little kitten has her moments of trembling fear.Right now, Miranda looked like a curled-up ball of fluff, adorably soft.Reginald helped her down from the balcony railing, and the two sat on the ground. "There, sitting here, you won’t slip. Don’t be afraid, it’s fine, okay?"With her legs still a bit shaky, Miranda finally breathed a small sigh of relief after sitting down.She had a secret no one knew—she was afraid of heights. Whenever she found herself in high places, she was fine as long as she focused on the surroundings. But the moment she looked down and realized how far from the ground she was, dizziness and vertigo would set in, making her feel like she could fall at any moment.Once she had settled, Miranda became aware of how close she was sitting to Reginald and quick