Chapter 73

“I never thought you’d remember me… It’s an honor, Young Duke.”

Vieta bowed respectfully to the Young Duke.

Though she did her best to smile so as not to offend the Young Duke, her mind was in turmoil.

The thought of spending the day with Blanc, who never listened to a word she said, and that irritating Young Duke already made her chest feel tight, as though breakfast were sitting undigested in her stomach.

If she could, Vieta wanted to return to the castle right now, guard Michelle in Loras’s place, or help Fulcare investigate the magic device.

“Of course I remembered. Aren’t you one of my precious little sister’s people?”

As she watched the Young Duke carry a massive composite bow slung stylishly over his shoulder, Vieta recalled what Blanc had told her yesterday.

On the way back to the castle, Michelle had fallen from her horse, and the Young Duke had merely assigned a few priests to her before hurriedly leaving, saying he had to meet with the Lord of Santpol.

Much later, he had only shown his face once, as a formality.

No matter how she looked at it, that was not how one treated a precious younger sister...