10 How Old Are You?"
Miss Maria looked at Clara Diana with disgust. This kitchen slave is annoying. How dare she speak while they were talking.
Remembering the kitchen slave's selfless attitude, Maria's pupils bulged.
"The kitchen slave was acting up, that's what happened because you were soft!" Maria said sarcastically to Bella, Bella was weak.
Bella was the one who gave this kitchen slave a change of clothes, that's why she dared to act like that.
Bella replied sarcastically, "Does your nose like those dirty clothes that smell like mud?"
Maria snorted, she took out her frustration on Clara Diana. Bella's hand rose to slap Clara Diana's mouth.
Clara Diana closed her eyes, ready to receive a slap. But she didn't feel the slap on her face, the girl peeked. She saw Bella holding Maria's hand.
"Maria! Do you want to make a scene?!" Bella said firmly.
"Let go of my hand!" Maria was in pain, Bella held her hand tightly.
"NO!"
Maria glared angrily, "You defend this kitchen slave, you make her act up even more!"
"Do you want the warden to come here?" Bella said while throwing away Maria's wrist.
Maria smiled sarcastically, to be honest, she was happy if the warden came, so that this kitchen slave would be punished for stealing. However, if the prison guard comes, it will cause problems. They will all be punished for making noise.
"This kitchen slave is dividing us. Did you know?!" Maria felt strange, ever since the kitchen slaves came, they started fighting with each other.
"Be careful with your words! Are you sure she stole? What if it's not a problem. Stealing from a slave trader… that's something great, isn't it?" Bella sneered. Maria is angry, and petty.
That kitchen slave dared to steal from a slave trader, wasn't that a great thing? They didn't dare do that. Plus the fact that what the kitchen slave said was true, earlier they heard the conversation between the prison guards and the palace guards, today, madame Butterfly came with mercenaries. She brought luxury merchandise kitchen slaves.
"Did madame Butterfly pay the slave trader to be her bodyguard?"_ thought Maria. Did the slave traders bathe using the expensive soap they captured? Realizing this, Maria became embarrassed, she carelessly accused. But Maria didn't want to be defeated by the kitchen slave.
The galley slave dared to defy Maria. Maria did not accept being humiliated by the kitchen slave.
"Insolent, that kitchen slave needs to be beaten!"_ Maria was furious.
The black-haired woman sat on the edge of her bed, not far from Clara Diana's carpet, she glared at Clara Diana, next time she would beat the kitchen slave.
Bella approached the kitchen maid while looking at Clara Diana.
Earlier she heard the voice of this kitchen slave.
Judging from her body, this kitchen slave was an 18 year old girl, but this girl's voice, was clear and innocent. She was like a 12 year old little girl.
Bella's brows furrowed as she asked,
"How old are you?"
Maria laughed at Bella's question. "Why do you ask about her age? Do you want to create population census data?" Maria was cynical, dissatisfied with Bella's attitude.
Bella ignored Maria's words. She repeated the question, "How old are you?"
Clara Diana was confused. What should she say?
Clara Diana's life was magical, even extraordinary. Clara Diana is a girl who is 9 years old. How could that be! Long story.
In her previous life, Clara Diana was a powerful person. At the age of 6 years, she had extraordinary powers.
At 5 years old, this girl has a wealth of magical knowledge. She has the ability to absorb the energy of her enemies. Apart from that, she has the knowledge of taking over the supernatural powers of her enemies, she changes faces towards anyone, she has the knowledge of controlling the desires of other people's hearts. Apart from that, Clara has the knowledge of moving from place to place, she can even talk and even command animals, including wild animals.
Clara Diana succeeded in absorbing Queen Manikam's magical knowledge, this caused Clara Diana to not only succeed in transferring Queen Manikam's magical knowledge, she became old, older than her age. Clara Diana turned into an 18 year old girl. Clara liked her appearance, an 18 year old girl, even though in fact she could change like before, into a 9 year old little girl, but Clara Diana was reluctant to go back.
But when she was here, people thought she was princess Darlene. Judging from the physical appearance of the deceased woman, she is estimated to be 17 or 18 years old.
Clara Diana was silent for a long time before finally answering.
"13 years!" Clara chose the age closest to her age.
Clara Diana didn't want to grow old, but she didn't want to be young. it's impossible if she's 10 years old, right?
"WHAT?" Bella felt like she had heard wrong.
"15 years old!" Clara Diana emphasized.
"What?!"
Bella and the other women stared in disbelief.
The girl in front of them was tall, even taller than them. However, this girl's body shape is thin, her chest is flat as if she doesn't have breasts
"Is it true that the kitchen slave is underage?"_
"it's impossible, she must be lying!" Maria couldn't believe it.
Maria stood up, saying with remaining anger
"All of you... Don't believe his words. She deceived us. She wants us to pity her!"
Kea and Sandra were also affected by Maria's words. Looks like the kitchen slave is good at acting. Since then, the two women have listened and watched.
Reports, this kitchen slave was 18 years old, so how could she claim to be 13 years old? they want to prove the truth. Is it true that this kitchen slave is a minor?
They will know a girl's age after checking her physically.
"Take off your clothes! Show us your body!" Maria snapped.
"WHAT?!" Clara Diana was surprised.
These women stood around her, looking as if they wanted to strip her naked.
"What do you guys want? Clara Diana panicked. The women advanced together. Clara Diana stepped back until she was cornered against the wall. Maria pulled the cloth covering Clara Diana's head.
"WHAT? OH NO!" they were shocked, their faces were pale, they reflexively took three steps back with their eyes wide.
