Daisy really couldn't take it anymore, she hated this place, she even hated it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's a black place, and there's no other color, and those things sound daunting—Daisy is a person who likes to be colorful.

Depressed, painful, these things will turn into forbearance and plan after plan until they are broken, but for Daisy, it will turn into intense anger and resistance.

She wanted to shatter what she hated in front of her, and only then would she feel relieved.

When!

"What are you doing? why are you so stupid!" said Daisy, who was already in a state of intense emotion, as she knocked over the dessert brought by the servant—and with a crisp sound, the pitiful dessert was smashed to pieces.

"I'm very sorry, Your Highness. The servant said respectfully.

This humble gesture made Daisy very powerless.

She hoped that the person she was targeting would oppose her as fiercely, and that she should take them down as a matter of course - this humble appearance was simply inspiring, and she did not feel relieved at all!

"Get out!" Daisy said coldly.

When the servant heard this, he saluted her respectfully, and prepared to leave—but this action angered Daisy again, and she tore the silver plate from the servant's hand, and raised it to her forehead!

The servant was struck in the forehead and fell to the ground by gravity - but the servant did not make a sound the whole time, just silently endured it.

"Your Highness, may I ask what happened?" At this moment, a figure appeared in the room specially prepared for Daisy - the woman, which Fitney would be familiar with but unfamiliar with, because Phytenay had only seen her for a while at the beginning of the school year - Christie.

"Are all your servants like this?" said Daisy as she pointed to the servant.

"Yes. Christie said, "Most of these servants are from the time of Wissen, and the Grand Duke does not want anyone to disobey him—if you find this servant an eyesore, I can have her killed." ”

This sentence is light and casual.

But in the Kingdom of Luther, these things were astonishing.

Daisy was dumbfounded, she thought what she had done was amazing enough, but ...... In the Duchy of Ansendil, these servants really cannot be counted as a person.

"I'm ......," Daisy was too surprised by Christie's words to say the next sentence.

"Is there anything you're not satisfied with? I'll tell Mr. Ed. Christie continued.

Christie is now the steward of the castle, and everyone knows that she belongs to Ed.

Ed ...... That's right!" Daisy's expression finally relaxed, "I want to see him—he hasn't seen me in a long time, what about the others?"

In Daisy's heart, Ed is already her fiancé.

"Mr. Ed has been very busy lately, and I'll talk to him, and I'm sorry if he really doesn't have time. Christie said.

"I don't care—I want to see him!" Daisy's competitive spirit was stirred up again, "Let him come to see me at once!

"Good. Christie replied softly.

Daisy's expression changed for the better, and she began to look forward to it—every time Ed would surprise her.

She was so immersed in her own fantasies that she didn't notice the servant standing in the corner.

Christie walked past the servant and said in a soft, cold voice, "You know what to do. ”

The servant nodded, and she followed Christie out the door, and in an instant, a line of tears rolled from her eyes.

Christie made her way to Ed's study.

Over the years, she has become familiar with everything here.

She couldn't say anything she was grateful to anyone.

It's a place with no touch, and everything can be described as "trading". And the measure of value is whether it works for that moody leader.

She soon came to the door of the study, and standing in front of the study, she heard a voice coming from inside.

"It sounds like you guys don't really like your job?"

"No, sir, it's my fault, I'll go and press them. ”

"Why are you so excited? I think they do need a break -- it's too hard, isn't it?"

"No...... Sir, it's my fault for their negligence. ”

"Ha, Joyce, why are you so scared? What's wrong with you? You Sparky family are doing a great job -- I'm very satisfied. ”

"So ......"

"Find out the perpetrator and kill him. ”

"Yes......"

"You go first, there have been a lot of things lately, and it's really hard for you. ”

"I hope to live up to your kindness. ”

The conversation was interrupted, and Ed's voice rang out again when Christie heard the doorknob turning.

"No more ...... Next time. ”

Even standing outside the door, Christie shuddered from it.

Not to mention Joyce Spark.

The door opened, and Joyce's face turned pale, revealing how much pressure he had been under during the conversation he had just had with Eddard.

"Miss Christie. Seeing Christie standing outside the door, Joyston paused, and then whispered.

"Good work. Christie said slowly, and walked past him into the study.

Ed sat on the couch in his study—unlike the others, who preferred to sit in the chair behind the table that symbolized his master—and Christie knew he never sat in that position.

At first, Christie thought it was Eddard expressing his disgust for Wesson, who used to be where Wesson used to be.

However, Christie now feels that Ed may simply dislike the throne.

It's a strange idea - he's in control, but he doesn't want to be the main character, he's terrifying to everyone, but no one is talking about the darkness, pointing the finger at him.

"What's the matter?" Ed said.

Ed wasn't working on the papers, he was staring at a crystal ball - the image in the crystal ball flickered, and it seemed to have started since Christie came in.

"Your Highness Daisy wants to see you. ”

"Huh. Ed chuckled softly.

Christie sighed inwardly, she had guessed Ed's reaction.

Compared to the others, Christie is not afraid of this man, but perhaps she has some special role, so she is closer to this strange man.

So when Christie was sure she was still valuable, she didn't fear him too much.

"Is that Fettnay?" Christie saw in the crystal ball a figure she was already familiar with.

"Ah, indeed. Ed said slowly.

"Is she important to you?" Christie couldn't help but ask—if she hadn't witnessed Ed hurt the girl over and over again, she would have thought Ed was in love with her.

Ed smiled silently—a smile unlike anything he had done before.