"Miss Castellion?!"
The name exploded in Lassitina's mind like a thunderbolt. Hidden in the corridor's shadows, her complexion instantly drained of all color, even her breath halted.
Ophelia Castellion!
Why is she here? And together with that commoner Ilana?!
Could it be... they are friends?
This thought sent Lassitina into a freezing abyss.
Her two followers behind her were even more terrified, their legs going weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.
They didn't care about a commoner's fate, but offending a true Imperial Duke who held power could doom their family's entire future!
There isn't even a need for the Castellion Duke to speak a word; their Lord of Lords would offer their family as a political gift at a banquet.
In a flash, a mad thought occupied Lassitina's mind. Her face showed a trace of ferocity, jealousy, and fear intertwining into a vicious determination.
