Lady Devil - Chapter 203

Griselda smiled softly. The child’s posture reflected in her eyes seemed to represent his character. Though too young to understand inheritance rights, he likely felt in his bones that his position was less than desirable.

Nevertheless, he pretended to be confident and composed, as if his bloodline was no less than his elder brother’s. While Johannes, the actual heir, didn’t particularly flaunt his pride, this child took the initiative to display it. However, he couldn’t hide his timid heart, shrunk from never fully gaining the attention of parents or siblings. What to do? The blue eyes of the child hiding in the shadows were always anxious and impatient.

“Let me remove the deerskin for you.”

Griselda said, beckoning to the maids standing at the entrance. Two girls approached and began clearing the dishes, while the remaining three supported Inette and led her to the mirror.

“What are you talking about?”

Winfrid frowned without even glancing at Griselda. She lifted the boy’s waist and sat in his place, placing the child sideways on her lap.

“We’ll gather the parchments you’ve copied and bind them into a book. We’ll use soft deerskin for the cover with gold embossing. We’ll use silk for the bookmark and call an artist to add colorful illustrations.”

“Is that possible?”

Griselda smiled at the child looking up at her with doubtful eyes.

“I don’t know. We’d have to try it to find out. We’ll commission the scribes in the library or nearby monastery priests to make it. Valdemar would even pretend to die at her nurse’s command, so how could this be impossible? If they still resist and say it’s difficult…”

Griselda tilted her head deeply. Winfrid’s face came fully into view as she looked sideways into the air. Meeting his gaze, she told a white lie.

“I’ll tell Sir Winfrid, and then you can directly reprimand and deal with their incompetence.”

Winfrid’s eyes widened round. He seemed quite dumbfounded. His cheeks, initially just bewildered, gradually brightened until he wore a completely elated expression.

“It’s just one book after all.”

Who am I, he seemed to say, even shrugging his shoulders. Yes, Griselda responded enthusiastically.

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