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OH? MAYBE I WILL LIKE THOSE. "Got it!" He caressed his broken ribs and walked to the shelf she pointed at him. After looking through the titles, he picked one called The Southern Viscountess is Addicted to Her Obsidian Knight's Love Seed. "What kind of name is this?" He gasped to himself, in pure shock. "I'll take it, must be really spicy by the weird title," he grinned.

Donna rolled her eyes with his words, as she was still able to hear every single noise they made, "I don't buy them on the noble bookstores, I buy them all on the three villages around the Marquise, so their titles tend to be quite… different. But they are all good, I assure you!"

"Oh, I'm sure they are, Princess. With such title as this one, it must be beyond amazing." Timothy pushed one of the leather puffy long chairs in Donna's chambers to block the door and sat on it, "Gabriel, when you recharge your magic, could you heal my ribs for me, please?"

The physician nodded, without taking his eyes from the book. "Hm, yes, yes, I'll do that. Now, shut it, Timmy. I'm busy!"

Timmy? I had no idea they were close. But, it's not like I knew them before today, beyond seeing them around. "Silence," Donna ordered and they both shut up. "My hearing is still painfully sensible."

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Donna finished the book around 4 pm, and by then she had decided to only give one back to Lewis, since she felt like it would be good to have one thing from him when the Devil took her away to Hell, since he definitely won't kill her in here. 2 hours early, before they fell deeply asleep after spending the entire night and most of the day awake with her, after Donna took a bath, Gabriel changed her bandages and healed the two ribs Donna broke on Timothy. So, when she got up from the bed in cat-ish steps, they were unconscious, thus, they wouldn't be able to try stopping her from going out.

She kept 7 daggers with her, since it's her favorite number, as she gave all of her self-made weapons to Lewis and the others. Donna was careful to just put a shirt over her bandages instead of one of her loved corsets, with black low-waist trousers that were more lose down her legs and didn't tied up on her back as her high-waist trousers do, so it wouldn't be uncomfortable for the wound on her thigh and back, and a pair of 4-inches high boots. Then she braided her hair in two braids that Raye call fish-spine, and put on a necklace.

As she had promised Lewis, she slowly emptied all the shelves and put them in the magical spatial bags, which she hid into one of the many pockets in her trousers. Leaving only four vanilla romances of characters with healing magic that were like the one Gabriel spend the night reading, and four spicy romances with a black-skinned Knight for Timothy, as a present. But she took all of her notes from them before, so they wouldn't get a glimpse of her dirty thoughts on those eight books. The ones they are reading are enough for them, they don't need my thoughts. It's too personal.

Separating the spicy book from the all-ages in fiction, and the educational ones, all in different bags. She also put her seven favorite quills on a smaller bag, staying with an extra one to writer anything else she wanted on the time she had last, all to present them to Lewis.

Before she could leave, she was wise enough to leave a note on her side-table for them, that said;

Gabriel and Timothy,

I left temporarily, but I'll be back before the sunrise. Do not come after me or I'll get angry and burn you both to ashes. And do not think, for any second, that I wouldn't have the guts to do that, because I definitely would.

Stay and pretend you are healing me and Timothy is guarding us. Act as if I'm still unconscious. Use your free time to read. Don't waste it.

The four books on the left pile are my present to Gabriel. The others on the right pile are to you, Timothy. You can also keep the ones you've been reading during the day. Keep it forever, it's all you will have of me besides the daggers after I'm gone. And I'll be gone in a day, by the time you wake up and read this note.

So, see you before the sunrise. Do not come for me if you do not have a death wish. Oh, and isn't my handwriting just beautiful? I've trained a lot, give me compliments. Don't die while I am away from, and do not let them know I'm conscious and on the village.

Lady Donna-Annika Corvina Faelyn Beatrice Esmeray Geneva!

She sprayed her fragrance on the letter and left on her bed.

It was still 5 pm when she left the castle stealthy by her window, without anyone noticing, and walked through the woods as fast as she could, feeling the wound in her thigh way better than the day before. Donna used her super strength to stead herself when she jumped from the hill down to the village. This time, however, she was using a oversized black hoodie over her clothes to cover her face from any of her father's Knights that could be around the village. To her luck, the chaos of the lively festival going on didn't drawn attention to her.

As she arrived in the center of the village, as she had agreed with Mrs. Clarita Classy, she went to the six stores mansion that was to be sold to her, and met the old Lady at 6 pm o'clock. The 42-year-old woman was the matriarch of the richest merchant family in the village, and owned lots of properties around, which was what Donna was after since the beginning of the week. And she had managed to strike a deal with the Madam three days ago.

"My Lady," she bowed softly when Donna walked inside the first living room of the mansion. And as Donna took off her hoodie, the old woman gasped; what happened to this child? Who would do such thing? "Gods' above, my Lady. What in the seven rings of Hell happened to you?"

"Thank you for meeting me, Mrs. Classy," Donna smiled softly, knowing how bad she must look. "And don't worry, this was a special treat of my father, his wife, and bastards. I'll be fine," after I kill them all!

"How could they do this to you? It's cruel," she gasped as she walked closer to Donna, with worry all over her face. "Your eye and ears, my dear… Gods curse them."

She's too kind. A curse is a small punishment. "I lost sight of my left eye, and my ears are… more like yours now. It's nothing in comparison to their work on my back though," Donna giggled to soften the mood. "But don't worry. I'll make them pay for this."

"I wish I could help you out, my Lady, but I'm nothing compared to a Marquis and a Marchioness," this child will be dead on the day after tomorrow. She wasn't like this two days ago, so it happened yesterday. How could they do this to her?

"Do not worry about it, Mrs. Classy. You are already helping me a lot by selling me this mansion," Donna sat down in from of a chair, avoiding resting her back on it, and the old woman did the same. "So, is it all clean and ready? Do you have the documents of ownership with you?"

Nodding, Clarita Classy took the small pile of papers from her fancy white bag, "Here, my Lady. All the papers you signed last time, with the stamps from the local bank, and the official honor ship from your name and the name of Lewis Cornelius Van der Horst. And the certificate that if you die, the property will be entirely on his name. My people also cleaned all the property in those two days." Whoever this men is, he's lucky to have her around for now.

"Amazing," Donna smiled brightly happy for once.

Such a beautiful smile, I have no idea how these people say she's ugly. Lady Donna-Annika is more beautiful than most woman on this Kingdom, that I'm sure of. Despite the different colors of hair and eyes, she looks like her mom. "I kept the decorations as you told me to, my Lady. For all the rooms."

I can't wait to see his face. "You have a copy of the documents, right, Mrs. Classy?"

"Just as you told me to, my Lady. There's two on the bank, one in the vault of my family, one in my personal vault, two copies in the two vaults of the mansion that are on the master bedroom in the top floor and in the study near the master bedroom, plus this one. I also made sure to widen the vault on the master bedroom as you told me to, and use that dagger of yours as the key," then the madam carefully took the dagger from her bag and handed it back to Donna. "Here. We took all care in the world as you said it's blade is poisonous."

"And it is," Donna grinned satisfied. "You can keep the dagger, Mrs. Classy, as a present. Only use it with gloves and be extremely careful with it. I made the dagger, and I also concocted the poison on it, and there's no existent cure for it. A cut from it would mean death. But it'll be good for you to protect yourself from any danger, and you can pass down the heirs of your family."

What a precious child. "Thank you, my Lady. I'll keep it protected and I'll pass it down. We'll never forget you."

"Extra careful with the blade."

"We will be!"

Good. "So, tell me about the mansion one more time."

"It's our third biggest mansion, build by my grandparents 57 years ago, covered in a protective magical barrier. Six stores tall, plus the wide basement. 175 soundproof suites, plus the master bedroom, three libraries, two kitchens, 10 studies, five living rooms, 150 bathrooms, staff dormitory, five play rooms, seven bars, a indoor warm pool, a indoor training ground, a outdoor training ground, a packed armory, a glasshouse on the rooftop, a outdoor garden, two art galleries, a art room, a music room. There are also three barns with 72 horses, 35 cows, 140 chickens, 26 raccoons, 18 rabbits, 7 lazy cats and 7 friendly dogs. Everything decorated and packed."

Yes. That will be enough for all the 200 orphans. Especially when 40% of the suites are with two beds. It'll be more than enough. "All the mattress are in the suites too, right?"

A nod, "As per your request, my Lady, yes. There are 14 extra ones, plus the one in the beds, for each of the suites. I left the libraries packed as well. And the kitchens are all stacked with food that will last for 18 months thanks to the magical reservation on them." When Donna nodded again, the woman licked her lips, "Can I ask you who is the men you are presenting the mansion, my Lady? He must be special!"