With a speed that even a royal horse would envy, I was already sprinting through the cobblestone streets, leaving my screaming servants behind.
Leaves carried by the wind settled on my face, but I didn't care.
I—Lady Liliane von Hohenberg—was on a rescue mission! A rescue to fix my relationship with the female protagonist.
With my slender hand, I tossed away the leaves covering my cuteness.
That's right, just a few more steps, a few more steps so we could talk again.
My eyes flashed. Focused. Serious. Like an owl that had just spotted prey—or a massive discount at a jewelry store.
"Lady Genevieve!" I shouted when I saw her graceful silhouette turning into a narrow alley at the end of the street.
Wait… A NARROW ALLEY?
"No, no, no! A Lady that graceful shouldn't enter an alley without a bodyguard! This is social suicide! Don't villains usually play out their roles and dialogue there?" I thought, worrying about the protagonist's fate.
