About half an hour later, a group of black-clad figures silently infiltrated the manor, only to find it brightly lit yet eerily empty. They searched the rooms thoroughly but found no one. Frustrated, they noticed a line of writing on the white wall in the main hall: "I appreciate your kindness in visiting so late, but as propriety dictates, men and women should avoid contact, so it’s best we don’t meet."Just then, another figure leapt in, throwing a corpse dressed in black onto the ground."This damn fool ruined everything!" one of the black-clad men snarled, raising his blade and hacking at the body. "Because of this fool's blunder, our presence has been exposed, and even the servants have fled. But the only path down the mountain is the one we came up, and we didn’t notice any movement along the way. They must have fled towards the summit.""Good, then we’ll continue the pursuit," another replied.The leader nodded. "Everyone, spread out and surround the area. If you spot the targe
"Eh? There's a little maid here!" A voice of surprise came from the side, followed by the appearance of a shadowy figure clad in black.Under the dappled moonlight, the girl before him had an ethereal beauty, as if she were a fairy. Her exposed skin shimmered faintly, almost translucent, while her tear-streaked face, delicate as white jade, exuded a sorrowful yet enchanting allure. A lewd glint flickered in the man's eyes as he licked his dry lips and chuckled, "I didn't expect to be this lucky, catching such a pretty little maid. Hmph, since the credit never goes to me, I might as well have a little fun with this maid!"He swaggered towards her.Miranda, dressed in a maid's uniform borrowed from Molly, was mistaken for a servant. She was in a daze until the black-clad man appeared in front of her, snapping her back to reality. She took two steps back, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear, "What do you think you're doing?" Her watery eyes flashed with three parts anger and
As the mountain wind blew, the man's fur cloak billowed behind him like wings. Standing there with his clothes fluttering in the air, his strikingly handsome features appeared out of nowhere, eerily silent, like a bewitching demon. Even though the bright moonlight illuminated his form, casting a long shadow, he seemed less human—an unsettling chill settled in one’s heart, yet it was hard to ignore his excessively captivating appearance."You... Duke of Veylar?!" The scarred man swallowed nervously."Oh? You recognize me?" Reginald smiled slightly, casually plucking a leaf and slowly walking forward. "That makes things easier. Since you know who I am, you should be aware of my methods. Will you confess willingly, or must I force it out of you? Who sent you to tail Ma—"Suddenly, something felt wrong. The night obscured his view of the woman hidden by the trees, but as he approached, his heart skipped a beat.The woman’s long hair was disheveled, fluttering wildly in the mountain breeze.
Miranda weakly waved her hand, taking in deep breaths of fresh air, hoping to dispel the strong scent of blood in her nose.Reginald was about to speak when he suddenly noticed Miranda's delicate hands were covered with large scratches, mixed with dirt and grass, making her look quite pitiful. His expression immediately changed as he grabbed her hand to examine it. Then, upon looking closer, he saw several scratches on her face, and her clothes around her knees appeared torn, revealing numerous bruises and scrapes. Seeing these obvious injuries, Reginald's face grew darker and darker. "What happened?""Huh?" Miranda looked back in confusion. Following his gaze to her own injuries, she said, "I tripped."Before she finished speaking, Miranda suddenly remembered Molly, who had gotten separated from her. Thinking back to what she had just gone through, she realized that the men in black must have caught up.Miranda dared not dwell on the thought any further.Her sudden anxiety surprised R
The underlying meaning was clear: you want me to save someone? Sure! Just entertain me, and I'll go rescue them!Miranda frowned slightly, staring at Reginald’s devilishly handsome face, feeling even more agitated. She had urgent matters to deal with, and she herself couldn’t even manage to be in a good mood—how was she supposed to amuse him? Moreover, this man had a strange, unpredictable nature, and figuring out what would please him was as hard as making the sun rise in the west. On top of that, who refuses to save lives for such a reason? It was obviously just an excuse!She had the distinct feeling that Reginald was once again toying with her, using this situation for his own amusement.“Reginald, if you want to make fun of me, can we do that after you’ve saved everyone? You can tease me all you want, and I won’t get mad, okay?” Miranda, suppressing her irritation, tried to calm her tone, forcing herself to remain composed. “But right now, I—” she stammered, her frustration mount
Miranda was in a state of anxiety, but she had no choice but to suppress her emotions and think of ways to amuse Reginald. Yet, as time passed, Reginald maintained his lazy, ambiguous smile, showing no trace of any real emotion. Miranda began to suspect that the Duke Reginald had no intention of saving people at all and was merely toying with her. However, she couldn’t think of any other solutions and grew increasingly agitated.Reginald’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched Miranda’s growing frustration.“Duke Reginald,” Miranda suddenly stopped, biting her lip before speaking again after a long pause. “I need a straight answer from you. Do you intend to help, or not? If we delay any longer, it might be too late. If you don't want to help, just say it.”Reginald looked at her, his smile unchanging. "What do you think?"“…” He’s definitely toying with me! Miranda sprang to her feet. “In that case, I'll figure something out on my own!”Just as she turned to leave, she suddenly h
A tall figure rushed in from outside, clad in a dark green clothes. His delicate face was full of anxiety and worry. Only after seeing Martha standing unharmed next to Miranda did he finally let out a long sigh of relief. He rushed over, looking Martha up and down, repeatedly asking, "Martha, are you alright? You nearly scared me to death!" Normally calm and composed, he only showed such anxiety when it came to Martha.Seeing him, Martha's face lit up with a genuine smile. She walked over, took his hand, and shook her head. "I'm fine. Thanks to Miranda. Their guards arrived just in time and saved me. Also, Miranda was very clever. She hid me behind the fireplace in the main hall and carefully arranged everything. Nina and I were behind it, hearing people come and go, but no one discovered me.""Miranda? Could it be Miranda from the Croyso family?" The man in green guessed, his eyes sweeping the crowd. Sure enough, he saw that familiar face he had once met. Holding Martha’s hand, he le
"Miss Miranda, you don't need to be so formal," Zachary lightly gestured for her to rise, his smile becoming even softer.Miranda responded with a faint, polite smile, her expression carefully controlled. If she was frustrated by Reginald's unpredictable temper and fondness for teasing her, she found Zachary’s commanding demeanor—disguised under a veneer of elegance—downright repulsive. His polite demeanor often felt forced, and there was something about the way he looked at her that she deeply disliked. However, as much as she disliked his attitude, there was little she could do. After all, Zachary was still a prince. No matter how much she might loathe his behavior, she had to maintain her composure and mask her true feelings behind a facade of polite detachment. She could not afford to let her disdain show.Zachary, however, remained oblivious. With a trace of concern, he said, "Earlier, I saw Duke Reginald storming away from your quarters. He wasn't causing you trouble, was he?"Mi
Reginald’s expression remained calm and composed, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Miss Quintina, don’t celebrate too soon. I may have won the race, but your cousin lost. Aren’t you worried this might upset him?” Though he knew full well that Zachary would be irritated by the loss, feeling bested, Reginald couldn’t resist repeatedly emphasizing the defeat.Standing nearby, Zachary ground his teeth in frustration but restrained himself from reacting in such a public setting.“My cousin isn’t that petty!” Quintina’s cheeks flushed slightly, her excitement undiminished as she cheerfully said, “Reginald, I knew you would win. Look! To celebrate your victory, I’ve specially embroidered this snow wolf cloak for you. It took me months of hard work to make it by hand. Do you like it?”With that, she opened a box she had been holding, taking out the cloak and unfurling it before them.Zachary, already aware of the cloak’s origins, feigned ignorance and nodded. “Impressive embroidery!”Marj
At that moment, faint but thunderous cheers and the pounding of drums echoed from below—it seemed the first horse race had begun. As time passed, the drumbeats and cheers grew louder and closer, heading swiftly toward the finish line. The riverbanks were packed with onlookers, a sea of people cheering wildly for the horses they had bet on. The deafening noise was so intense it seemed to shake the very ground.The lively atmosphere below appeared to affect even the dignitaries and nobles in the high pavilions. They, too, began shouting enthusiastically, casting aside their usual decorum.Even though Miranda wasn’t particularly interested in the outcome of the race, she couldn’t help but be swept up in the excitement. Clutching the window frame tightly, she peered downriver. On the wide track below, a group of horses gradually came into view, racing toward the finish line at breakneck speed. The competition was fierce, each horse vying for the lead.
Miranda vaguely sensed that, at the very moment she approached the window, Reginald had glanced at her briefly. However, that fleeting gaze was filled with unmistakable displeasure and irritation, and his eyes quickly dropped again, as though he couldn't bear to look at her any longer.It was clear that someone had managed to anger this guy yet again.Miranda couldn’t help but feel sympathy for whoever had incurred his wrath. This Lord Reginald was petty, vengeful, and notoriously temperamental. Whenever he was in a foul mood, everyone around him had to suffer the consequences. She wondered who the unlucky fool was this time. Whoever had crossed him to the extent that his anger lingered even now was surely doomed.“Marjorie, look across the way. The young lady in the blue dress by the window—that’s Miranda.”In the private room to the left, Zachary addressed the elderly, kind-looking woman standing behind him. “Marjorie, you’ve long served in the palace and have a sharp eye for people
As the new owner in this area, it was evident that such matters were well within their grasp. However, with the new owner’s background still unclear and the court's political situation remaining murky, Earl Croyso had no intention of taking sides. Thus, choosing to support either Prince Zachary or Lord Reginald would not be appropriate. The Blackwell and Linton families clearly held the same stance, while the Montforts, having been in decline for some time, were uninvolved with either faction. Being a military man who admired Lord Montfort, it was perfectly natural for Earl Croyso to bet on his success.For someone as young as Fulton to understand these intricacies was already quite remarkable.What was even more commendable was that, despite his youthful impetuosity, he had no intention of aligning himself with Prince Zachary or Lord Reginald in pursuit of personal gain. Such composure was rare among young men, and this thought made Lady Langley all the more satisfied. She had never e
At that moment, the sound of a servant catering to the nobility could be heard from outside the door. After a polite knock, the servant entered, carrying an oversized tray. On the tray lay nine gilded red sticks, each marked with a number and labeled with either a name or an estate. The servant explained with a smile, “This is a tradition for the Easter horse race. Before the race begins, we place bets on which horse might win. It’s just a bit of fun for the ladies. Would you like to try your luck?”“This sounds quite entertaining,” Lady Langley said with a smile. “Bring it over; let me have a look.”The nine gilded sticks were inscribed with the surnames of the corresponding families. Lady Langley recognized only about half of them, as some estates were unfamiliar to her. However, two stood out—one marked "His Highness Zachary" and another "Lord Reginald." Horses representing these two names, alongside those of such prominent families, clearly indicated that all participants hailed fr
Lady Fitzroy's eyes held a peculiar glint as she looked at Miranda with a meaningful smile and said, "Perhaps it’s the Croyso family’s good fortune, or maybe it’s just the luck of you sisters."Hearing her strange words, Miranda cast a questioning glance toward Lady Langley and Earl Croyso.They both seemed equally puzzled. Lady Langley replied, "I’m not entirely sure myself. When we reached our original seats, there was a commotion. Just as we were about to leave, the steward came over and mentioned that there was still a room available here at The Heavenly Lodge. Oddly enough, the guests who originally reserved this place sent word at the last minute that they couldn’t come, leaving it open for us to take."Miranda’s fine brows knit together. Such a coincidence?She always approached overly convenient situations with a degree of caution."How could it be such a coincidence?" Selena chimed in, curious yet delighted."Indeed, it’s rather strange," Lady Fitzroy laughed. "I was seated i
During the Easter celebrations, the lakeside chapel was bustling with crowds, and carriages could barely pass through. Eventually, the city's magistrate had to request a squad of royal guards to maintain order, finally clearing a path. However, when Miranda and Selena arrived at the chapel’s Pavilion, they were told by the manager and servants that their parents and sisters were not there."What did you say? Croyso family are not at the Pavilion beside chapel?" Selena asked softly, though there was a hint of anxiety in her tone. This was a prime opportunity, as high-ranking officials, nobles, and even royal family members would be attending the Easter festivities. Missing any chance to make a good impression was out of the question.The manager puzzled, "And you are?""We are the young ladies of the Croyso family. We were delayed by some matters but had planned to meet our parents here at the chapel’s Pavilion," Selena explained politely. "If you know where they have gone, we would be
The Easter celebration was being held at the lakeside plaza, drawing a vast, bustling crowd."Young Master, please slow down! Wait for me!" A servant in a simple blue tunic and cap was panting heavily, pushing his way through the throng to catch up with his young master. "Please, take it easy. The chapel isn’t going anywhere; it won’t grow legs and run off! Are you afraid it might vanish? There’s still some time before the Easter Mass begins; it won’t delay your business!""Stop dawdling and hurry up! It’s disrespectful to keep the elders waiting, don’t you think?" Fulton, dressed in a fine blue robe, looked visibly anxious, his usually calm and gentle face filled with concern. "This is all your fault—taking your time and not waking me earlier! Now I’m late, and if I leave a bad impression on the Croyso elders and Lady Langley, I’ll have your hide when we return!"The servant chuckled, completely unafraid, and replied cheekily, "Oh, Young Master, don’t blame me! You’re the one who cha
In the elegantly comfortable carriage, Miranda and Selena removed their veils and locked eyes, sparks nearly flying between them. After a long silence, Miranda arched an eyebrow, a cold glint flashing in her eyes as she sneered, "So this is it. You, suddenly so kind, only wanted to lure me out so those despicable people could ruin me. Selena, your schemes are truly impressive!""If you'd just gone along with me, none of this would have happened. You brought this on yourself," Selena replied coldly, without pretense."Selena, how bold of you. Have you even considered that if anything happened to me today, you were with me the whole time? Do you think you could distance yourself from it? You know how much Father dotes on me. All it would take is a shred of suspicion, and your little act as Miss Selena would be over! I thought you at least had some sense, but it turns out you’re as foolish as can be." Miranda feigned ignorance of Selena's schemes, pretending she thought Selena only aimed