Miss, my name is Carrell
at night
In the luxurious room, Tiffany lay on the bed with her brows furrowed, her breathing rapid, her chest heaving, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her eyes bloodshot, staring wide-eyed without blinking.
It may have been a long time, or perhaps not so long, just a fleeting moment, before she slowly blinked. In that instant, her eyes filled with mist, tears welling up but threatening to fall.
She pressed her hand to her chest, licked her dry lips, calmed herself down, threw off the covers, put on her shoes, and walked towards the balcony.
She hadn't had this dream in a long time. She had it two or three times in the days after that person died, but then she stopped having it. She thought she had forgotten it, but then she encountered the fog. Although she didn't get trapped inside, she still had this dream that night.
She still hasn't let it go, and rightly so, how could she possibly let it go?
Tiffany drew back the curtains and went out onto the balcony. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten how they had met.
Tiff stood on the balcony, looking at the sky. She gazed at it until dawn, when Lisa knocked on the door.
"Miss, breakfast is ready." There was no response from inside, so she pushed open the door and went in.
Seeing that no one was on the bed, she was a little puzzled. "Strange... I didn't see Miss go out either..." Lisa turned around and saw Tiff standing on the balcony. She was startled and asked tentatively, "Miss, what's wrong?"
She watched as Tiff slowly turned her head, blinked gently, and said, "It's nothing."
"I have no appetite today, I'm not eating."
"Yes." Lisa was still a little worried because Tiff's condition was really not right.
She slowly backed out, and as the door was about to close, a hand reached out from above.
“Sister, I’ve come to see you.” Just as Anton was about to push the door open, a hand grabbed him. Looking down, Lisa said with a blank face, “Miss is resting.”
"Is that so?" Antonie looked worried. "No, I'm very worried about my sister and want to see her with my own eyes."
Lisa remained unmoved.
"Lisa, let him in." Only after hearing Tiff's words did Lisa let go of her hand.
"She's really strong..." Antonie muttered under her breath, rubbing her wrist as she went inside. When she looked up at Tiffany, she had her usual playful grin on her face.
"Sister, are you alright?" He pretended to wipe away tears. "I was very worried when I heard the news of your injury yesterday. I wanted to visit you, but I was afraid you were resting, so I could only come to see you today."
Tiff, who was already sitting on the sofa, heard this and looked touched. "Antoni, you're so kind."
“Sister,” Antonie sat down on the sofa and asked, “Who were the people who attacked you?”
“I don’t know either.” Tiffany lowered her eyes. “They look a lot like the people who attacked the Fifth Prince at the Crown Prince’s birthday banquet.”
Antonie nodded, knowing full well that she looked pitiful. "Then, sister, can I come to you to learn magic when I have free time?"
"Although my father hired a tutor for me, I think you, sister, would be a better teacher."
“Of course, Antony,” Tiffany smiled gently at him. “After all, we’re all family.”
Seeing a hint of smugness flash in Antonie's eyes, she wanted to see what Antonie was up to.
“But I’ll have to wait until I’m fully recovered.” Tiff lowered her head and touched the area near her wound.
"Okay, sister..."
“Your Grace.” Lisa’s voice came from outside the door, and as she spoke, Duke Strickland stepped into the room.
“Father.” Tiff stood up and coughed weakly a few times. Antonie stepped forward and walked to Duke Strych’s side.
"Hmm," Duke Stryker responded, sitting down on the sofa. "How is your injury healing?"
She was injured just yesterday, and they're already asking about her condition today. If it were an ordinary injury, it would be fine, but this one is tainted with dark magic. Even if Alphonse, one of the elders of the Magic Tower, were to heal the young lady, she wouldn't recover so quickly. Although Lisa knew that the injury was a charade orchestrated by Tiffany herself, she couldn't help but silently grumble to herself.
"After all, it was Elder Alphonse who healed your wounds, so they should be almost healed." Duke Strych was, after all, the head of this family. Having seen so much, he certainly knew that wounds from dark magic wouldn't heal quickly. He had asked this question before because he wanted Tiffany to give him the answer he wanted.
Sure enough, his next sentence was, "Princess Luya is hosting a party at the palace, and the Crown Prince will be there too. You should go as well."
Tiff hadn't slept all night and had dreamt of that person again, so she was already in a bad mood. She wanted to rest, but Duke Strych wanted her to attend a party.
“Father, my injuries haven’t healed yet.” Tiff didn’t respond as usual. “After all, I was injured by dark magic.”
Duke Stryker's face immediately darkened. This was the first time Tiff had defied his decision. He was very controlling and would get angry if others did not do things his way.
"Really?" He stared intently at Tiffany, his hands clenched into fists.
Tiffany, annoyed by the questions, stared at his neck with displeasure.
I want to cut it.
She let out a soft breath and said, "Of course, why would I lie to you, Father?"
After she finished speaking, a "slap" landed on her face.
"Useless!" After hitting him, he kicked over the table in front of him and walked away.
A sharp pain shot through her face; it swelled up immediately after being hit, the red marks clearly visible. Lisa quickly tended to Tiff's wounds, while Tiff looked down at the broken table.
Tiff always suspected that within thirty years, her family would fall into the same decline as the Akjac family under the Duke of Strickland's careful management.
As she pondered these thoughts, she also wondered how Duke Stryker had come to be the head of the family.
When she first transmigrated here, she thought Duke Strych was like her original father, since Tiff only saw them a few times a year. Later, Tiff discovered that Duke Strych was irritable, controlling, strict with her, and liked to boss her around.
Although her original father was also strict with her and had illegitimate children, he never thought of threatening Tiff's position as heir. Thinking about it that way, her original father wasn't so bad.
In fact, the Stricker family is not what it used to be, as can be seen from the fact that the Duke of Stricker supports the Crown Prince. After all, in the past, the three major families have always been neutral and have not participated in any struggle for the throne. But now the Duke of Stricker has intervened here, breaking the previous tradition.
This is also why the Duke of Strych has been trying to get Tiffany to have more contact with the Crown Prince lately.
“Sister, you…” Antonie hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.
Tiffany looked at him coldly. "Get out."
Anton wanted to say something, but in the end he only sighed, turned around, and the worried expression on his face disappeared instantly.
Tiffany has been recuperating at home recently. Her assessment results are out, and she got an S. News has come from the academy that the men in black have disappeared.
She was having afternoon tea in the courtyard, with Lisa fanning her from behind. When she saw Dope walking towards her, she put down her cup.
“Miss, we’ve identified the person who frequently meets with Ferrand; it’s Hicks.” Dope knelt on one knee.
"How annoying." Tiffany frowned slightly.
"Why did the investigation take so long?"
“They were very careful and left no trace. Ferrand and Hicks always used soundproof shields when they met.”
"But recently they've been meeting quite frequently, which has given them away."
Tiff didn't speak. Was this why Hicks had been targeting her? Had he partnered with Ferrand?
No, if he was targeting me because of his collaboration with Ferrand, then why did he make it a condition for my cooperation with Lily?
"Furthermore, the Duke has chosen a knight from the Order of Knights to be your personal bodyguard; he is Duke Ferrand's informant."
Their relationship has been strained ever since Duke Strickland slapped Tiff.
The hunting festival is approaching, and the Crown Prince is also going. Duke Strych sends a knight as a gift.
Interestingly, he immediately spotted the Duke of Ferrand's informant.
"Oh?" The girl sat up straight, waving her hand happily like a child who had just received a new toy, and said, "Let him in."
The boy with dark blue hair was led in by the butler, Brun, and stood in front of Tiffany.
The boy lowered his head, knelt on one knee, and called out, "Miss."
A dark green skirt appeared in front of him.
"Lift your head up and let me see." Hearing the voice so close to him, the boy raised his head.
The boy looked up, his eyebrows curving into a gentle smile at Tiffany. Tiffany narrowed her eyes and chuckled softly, "You're quite good-looking. What's your name?"
"Miss, my name is Carel."
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