"I hate this… why did I have to be born in this family? Why did I have to be the daughter of the duchess?" Emilia buried her head into the pillow and screamed in frustration, hating the day she was born as a noble girl.
Michael and Fafnir exchanged glances, feeling more embarrassed and frustrated than her.
"Should we… leave?"
Hearing Michael's question, Emilia turned around and glared at him: "Leave? You realize that I am the one who will be punished for that, right? Don't even dare!"
Michael smiled bitterly and sat on a chair: "Well, what can I do then? It's not my fault that her grace rejected my rejection. I didn't even know that it was possible!"
Fafnir sat on Michael's shoulder and nodded.
After the banquet, the duchess herself called for Michael and Fafnir. She wanted them to share a luxury room with Emilia and stay with her to know each other better and become friends.
She couldn't be more obvious. If they had doubts previously, they were now certain.
