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☾ fifty - one ☾

Behind them was Mikhail, who disappeared from their view.

'You don't love me anymore?'

As he recalled her shocking remark, his body trembled with anger and betrayal.

< Don't talk to me next time. Because I do not wish to be involved with you again. >

It was unbelievable to think that that mouth once only whispered words of love to him. 

Mikhail had a dark look on his face as he clenched his fists.

'Don't make me laugh, I never agreed.'

Suddenly, someone grabbed him by the wrist.

Mikhail, who turned his head because of the delicate touch on his fingers and thought it was Juvellian, soon hardened his face.

"Lord Mikhail, are you all right?"

At Veronica's sudden appearance, Mikhail felt irritated.

"It's annoying, so don't stick so close to me."

Her body was pushed roughly.

Veronica stared at Mikhail's back with a sense of disbelief.

'How could you do this to me?'

She thought of a deadly thin voice as she cried.

< Because I was often ignored too. >

At first, Veronica thought she was laughing at her, but now she felt sorry.

Now, she knew the truth as to why she had told her that.

She felt sorry for the Princess.

'Oh, you too...I see.'

Veronica shed tears and laughed with dejectedness.

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"Delicious?"

Max nodded at my question. "Yes."

Perhaps because he was also a good-looking man, his eating habits were pleasant and shiny.

Yes, the expression "self-illumination" that came out in reviews of celebrities I've seen before is perfect.

'If I had internet here, I would have made a lot of money if I had a cake eating show.'

As I thought about my ridiculous imagination, I caught sight of him staring at me.

"Why do you keep staring?"

"Oh, I have something to say."

Then he stared at me with the cake cream on his lips. "What is it?"

A sigh came out my mouth at his question.

'Will this stubborn man even listen to me?'

I saw him climb a tree and he confronted Mikhail.

His behavior was too reckless and impulsive.

It was also true that I was agonizing over whether or not to end the contract here.

But since he helped me out of goodwill, I decided to try to persuade him.

"In the future, I want you to be careful with your actions in front of others."

I heard a voice that responded calmly to my words.

"That's why I was respectful in front of those other people."

"No, not that...like what happened with Mikhail."

He stared at me and frowned as if he didn't understand why I said that.

"What's wrong with that?"

"You'll be in trouble if you do that again." As I spoke with concern, he only seemed to be cynical.

"Do I look like I'll be beaten by such a weak guy?"

There was groundless confidence in his triumphant appearance, I sighed again.

"No, not that."

This is not a democratic society, but an absolute monarchy society.

The reality is that ordinary people cannot protest, even if they are subjected to something so unjust enough to make tears of blood come out of their eyes, because it is a place where people are divided into classes.