Only Hope

Back at the palace, Nadia silently watched the woman kneeling in front of her. She was passive, bitterly drilling holes in the marble floor with her eyes as if she had lost positive emotions and all that was left was resentment and growing anger. For whom she could not exactly tell.

Before arriving here, this woman was still glancing around nervously, flabbergasted. She had never guessed that after being bought from the brothel, she would enter the palace on the same day. 

As she followed behind, she stared at Nadia's back in amazement, wondering what kind of identity this person who is now her master has.

She already had this question brewing inside her head when they were still in the capital. These three people were all wearing ordinary clothes, old and outdated, so no one would think that they are someone remarkable. They blended perfectly with the common people, and yet one of them easily brought out twenty gold coins in a snap.