Evie had just set foot in the secret passage to find out about Cassard Montray’s secret plans.

“The Duke will support Rio Tuha instead of Evie Ariate.”

At the same time, Zion was in his room, hearing about Evie’s news before Evie herself.

“He also asked me to persuade Roble Tuha. It’s not right to endorse someone who breaks discipline and disrupts order as a saint, so I told him to support Rio Tuha, who has legitimacy and qualifications.”

Moren spoke with a stern face.

Minutes before, Moren had been to Cassard’s room on Zion’s order.

At that time, His Highness had given two instructions.

One was to kindly inform Cassard that if he disregards the watcher’s uniform once more, he will pay the appropriate price.

And the other was to wait until Evie visited Cassard’s room and then prevent Cassard Montray from doing anything rash.

Moren couldn’t help but be overjoyed at receiving this instruction, though he didn’t show it on his face.

Our cold His Highness has changed.

To personally take care of a subordinate’s honor, to look after a girl so attentively.

His Highness must have fallen in love; this must be the power of love, Moren thought, heading toward Cassard’s room in excitement.

And the moment he saw Cassard Montray, Moren’s joy dried up in an instant because of his consistent trashiness.

Cassard had acted very kindly as soon as he knew that Moren had come on Laurel’s order, although he had received a warning close to a threat. Even so, he pretended to be humbled by the Count’s words.

This alone was aggravating and disconcerting, and then the people of the Tuha family visited, and Moren was even more dumbfounded.

Cassard laughed cunningly at Duke Tuha and said that, of course, a saint would suit Tuha’s daughters. Then he blurted out that he would support the current saint’s sister as the next saint instead of Evie.

Naturally, the people of the Tuha family caused a commotion at his words. They were surprised, delighted, and expressed gratitude. In front of them, Cassard put on airs as if he had bestowed a great favor.

And when the principal, Evie Ariate, visited, he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t say a word about something so important and sniggered at the young lady with the others.

Having watched all this, Moren’s previously good mood was greatly dampened.

Of course, choosing the next saint is the exclusive right of the nobility, and Moren somewhat agreed with the reason for Cassard’s refusal to support Evie Ariate.

However, separate from that, Cassard’s attitude was excessively low. If he had any shame as a human being, he shouldn’t have played with Evie Ariate like that.

“The Duke has not informed Evie Ariate of this fact. She’ll hear about it soon, and I think she’ll be greatly shocked when she does.”

Moren reported Cassard’s behavior in detail, hoping Zion would be enraged.

But Zion did not show the reaction Moren hoped for.

“Is that all?”

“Yes, that’s all.”

“Then go out and wait.”

Zion simply said this, and so Moren, intending to add a few more words, eventually closed his mouth and turned away.

And Zion, having sent Moren away, looked up at the ceiling.

Just then, a small creaking noise was heard from above. That noise had started almost when Moren had finished his report.

Normally, he would have thought of it as just noise from the floor above and ignored it.

But Zion knew there was a secret passage right above him, so he sent Moren away as soon as he heard the noise.

‘Is it Evie Ariate?’

He thought perhaps Evie had come to find him.

So Zion waited for Evie to send some small signal from above.

But for some reason, the creaking noise from above, the sound of someone kneeling, stopped, and for a long time, nothing happened.

So Zion considered the possibility that someone else might be hiding, and without further delay, he opened the entrance to the secret passage.

And then, a girl fell from the ceiling with a thump. Unexpectedly, it was indeed Evie.
Zion reached out his arms and caught Evie at once. Then he looked at Evie who had fallen into his arms with a baffled face and asked.

“Why aren’t you coming down from there…….”

No, he stopped talking when he saw Evie’s face.

Evie was pale and white. Besides, she was not even looking at Zion, or uncomfortable with the situation where she was embraced by him.

So Zion pretended to be confused.

If it were the usual Evie, she would have quickly explained why she had to fall from the ceiling as soon as she settled in his arms.

But Evie didn’t. Instead, she continued to take shallow breaths without moving, like a small animal backed into a corner.

Zion looked at Evie and the ceiling she had fallen from, then realizing the situation, asked quietly.

“Did you come to spy on Count Montra?”

“Yes, the Count’s atmosphere seemed strange somehow.”

Evie answered with a face devoid of spirit. So Zion was sure that this answer was not Evie’s will but drawn out by a curse.

Zion, swallowing a sigh, carried Evie to the sofa. Evie remained quietly nestled during that time.