Randols, who had been curious about it, asked. His master, Cahilun the Hillik, exuded an air of dominance that was apparent to anyone.

To make matters worse, he wasn’t even a high-ranking noble, and the misconception of being someone’s lackey was utterly incomprehensible.

“It’s only natural to be misunderstood when you spend the night guarding someone trying to escape.”

Machi, who had been there that night, raised his head as if he couldn’t understand.

“What are you talking about?”

As Cahilun listened to Machi’s account of what happened at that time, he recalled the day he first met Reneola.

⭐⭐⭐

After the fierce war with the Pyton Kingdom came to an end, Cahilun did not immediately announce the news of victory. Significant changes had occurred in the kingdom while he was on the battlefield.

His foolish younger brother, Eric, had started a tumultuous romance. Normally, Cahilun wouldn’t be interested in Eric’s love affairs, but the problem was that the other party was quite formidable.

Floria Violet was a woman who received the sympathy of the kingdom’s people, not for her position in the family or social circles but for rescuing a girl who lived a difficult life under family torment.

The romance between the prince who saved the girl from family torment and the girl herself gained the love of the kingdom’s people and soon led to Eric’s support.

For Cahilun, who was building a solid foundation for the succession to the throne, it was something he couldn’t ignore.

Thus, he decided to visit Violet’s residence with the intention of casually investigating.

“Since there are servants of Second Prince inside, it’s better to be careful not to attract attention.”

Ignoring Machi’s advice, Cahilun moved his feet. Approaching the mansion without a single sound, he tilted his head.

It looked much better than the places where commoners lived, but upon closer inspection, it was an old and worn-out mansion with cracks in the walls and many places to be patched.

“Calling a girl who seems so kind that it’s as if an angel descended into my family and bringing her to a place like this.”

Cahilun thought of Eric. People don’t change easily, so his brother was probably still foolish and simple.

However, he also had an unyielding temperament, glaringly standing firm on things that bothered him until the end. Stupid as he was, Eric wouldn’t have shown such trivial concern, and Floria Violet must have coaxed him.

Not only the territory governed by Countess Violet but also the local residents in this area admired Floria, and fingers were pointed at the Violet family.

While it was natural for commoners to have unfavorable feelings toward nobility instinctively, the malicious rumors were excessively one-sided.

“As expected, it seems unusual.”

Cahilun chuckled softly.

Just as he sensed something above his head and raised his head, something was swiftly thrown out of the window.

With a thud sound, the object that fell to the ground was a travel suitcase. The suitcase, opened wide from the impact with the ground, scattered its contents everywhere.
‘Oh, dear.’

In the midst of the commotion, Cahilun hid quickly, anticipating that someone might come out. Fortunately, no one emerged from outside.

Thinking that there was nothing more to see, Cahilun decided to leave. However, this time, a long rope, like a tied cloth, emerged from the window where the suitcase was thrown.

‘What on earth.’

Wondering if this person had a peculiar hobby of throwing things out of the window, he looked up. A figure in a dress slipped out from the window. After hesitating for a while, she gently stepped out.

‘Ah.’

Cahilun realized why Eric’s attendants had come to Violet’s mansion. He recalled that his troublesome stepsister had turned her tormentor into a maid.

‘Is that woman Reneola Violet?’

Cahilun glanced back at the suitcase. It seemed that his stepsister, who had tormented him so much, was scared and planning to escape now that she had been called by him.

However, the plan seemed flawed from the beginning. The cloth was shorter than expected. To make matters worse, the woman was dangling helplessly from the visible rope, unable to do anything.

‘Didn’t even check, huh.’

With a thoroughly unsatisfactory appearance, Cahilun, feeling absurd, let out a bitter laugh. He observed the woman with his fists clenched.

“Ah, damn. Making such a stupid mistake!”

The woman blamed herself, growling as if she wanted to bash her head against something.

“Ha. I’m really unlucky. Of all places, why would I suffer like this after possessing a host? Give me some ability, or leave me to be pecked by a pigeon without anything? Why did you possess me if this was going to happen? You damn god!”

Words like possession or pigeon’s beak, there were quite a few incomprehensible words in the woman’s speech, but one thing was understandable.

‘She’s got a foul mouth.’

It didn’t seem like the noble lady he knew. The woman poured out resentment towards the god for a long time, and then, as if calming down, she took a deep breath.