Threats From Baron Illus

Baron Illus was stunned the moment he set his eyes on the beautiful young woman in front of him. As a noble, he had seen his fair share of beauties, but there was something simply different from the way she presented herself to him.

‘Not only did she come out through the window and landed effortlessly without being harmed, but she was also swift when she took the book. Who is this…? Some kind of woman of that blond brat?’

Baron Illus narrowed his eyes and straightened his back. He lifted his chin in an attempt to portray an air of nobility.

“I am Baron Illus, the Lord of this Land. Hand that over to me, Miss. That belongs to me.”

“No.”

“No?” Her rejection made Baron Illus' face flush red, reaching his neck. He had been repeatedly denied by the exiled Prince, hadn't been able to punish the commoner that spoke against him, and now, this one was arrogantly going against him? “You wench, know your place—”