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Chapter 212
Twenty-year-old Sylvia consumed poison because she dreaded going to the Avalt fiefdom so much that she believed death was a preferable option. And her fear was justified because...
'That place is desolate and barren, not to mention swarming with demons. It's dangerous.'
Even sturdy grown men couldn't last a year in that place.
'And I'm supposed to go there willingly?'
My body seemed to remember the terror, and I found it hard to breathe. I barely managed to part my dry lips.
"… You're sending me to the Avalt fiefdom?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I believe I've already explained. The family's reputation is at stake."
"… I've done nothing wrong."
The Duke looked at me with furrowed brows. There was a flicker of confusion in his eyes as if he was curious why I'd say that.
"So?"
"So, I won't go to that place."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
