Arymia sat in her chair and looked at the humble room.

It would be polite to say that this was a room, for there was no furniture in the room except for a hard, cold stone bed covered with straw, a rotten wooden chair, and an equally tattered square table.

The small room, with only one window, high above and made of four arm-thick holes, only at noon, allows the room to feel a little sunlight, and other times, the darkness envelops the place, which is rather eerie.

The iron door made it feel more like a prison, and there was no sound outside, making the room even more terrifying.

"Back then, my mother was ...... here"

Elemia thought of her mother, and she was a little gloomy.

A large part of the reason why she is here is because she wants to make up for her mother's mistakes, so she repeatedly gives in to this disgusting family, and even when Reiner and the others come to rescue her, Arymia does not say a word.

Just then, there was a commotion outside.

“...... I told you not to let anyone else ......"

“...... It's my future wife, why ......"

“...... etc......"

Bang –

The iron door is opened, and it is not the prince who saved Arymia who appears in the doorway, but Edward, Arymia's brother and the one who will become her husband.

Arimia had been humiliated by the other party many times before, but this time, she felt that something was wrong.

"Young Master, please go back."

Beside her, a maid dissuaded, but Edward glared at her fiercely.

"If you talk more, I'll strip you naked and throw you into a dark alley full of drunkards, and it's not your turn to take care of me in this family."

Edward's words made the maid dare not say anything more, and stood silently aside.

Elemia looked at her brother with disdain, and she noticed that Edward still had a pipe in his hand, and he sucked it from time to time, and the expression on his face became extremely excited, and his eyes were extremely wandering, which seemed to be different from ordinary smoking.

Edward's exhaled smoke made Arymia frown, this wasn't normal tobacco, what did he add to his pipe?

The confusion was not explained, and Alysia had already been grabbed by Edward's wrist and pulled violently.

The face was distorted by pain, and a little lightning flashed on Elimia's fair arm.

Crackle –

The lightning quickly spread to the point where the two came into contact, and Edward felt a pang of paralysis before withdrawing his hand.

", that stinky woman."

Edward was referring to Arymia's mother, the magic she had cast on her daughter had not diminished even after eighteen years, and anyone who tried to harm her by physical contact would have been paralyzed by the relentless thunderbolt that would have completely paralyzed them.

Arimia looked at Edward who was covering his arm and shook his head.

"Until that day, you won't get anything."

But after that, you will become the slave of the other person.

Feeling a pang of cramps in her heart, Alysmia decided to stay in Elbiore's house in order to have a place to stay, but it seemed that it would only bring her endless pain and suffering.

"Hehe, although I can't do anything to you right now, I have thought of another way."

Edward smiled and took a folding knife from his bosom, pointing it not at Arymia, but at the maid.

"I'm going to kill this servant bit by bit, unless, you do as I say."

He grabbed the maid's wrist and put a knife on the other's neck, staring at Arymia.

"What do you want......"

Arimia asked in a deep voice, she didn't expect Edward to do this, was he crazy?

"Take your clothes off quickly."

A loud cry came from Edward's mouth, causing Arymia to tense.

Even if you can't get her body, do you want to make her suffer humiliation?

Seeing the tip of the knife slowly touching the maid's white neck, Elimia sighed, raised her hand, and was about to untie her clothes.

"Edward. Elbiore. ”

A deep voice came, and the next moment, the invisible arm snatched the knife that Edward was holding, and pressed it against the wall.

"It's you again!"

Edward looked at the other and gritted his teeth.

The man who came was none other than his uncle, George. Elbiore.

Arymia was in a trance, and she noticed that the unsmiling uncle, who was still with her personal maid, Anvina, seemed to have called George over.

"You can't see her before the wedding, that's the rule."

Walking into the room, George said coldly, glancing at Arymia.

Anvena nodded slightly, relieved to see that Elemia was okay.

"You obstructive fellow, when I become the head of the house, I will definitely banish you to the savage half-plane!"

Edward struggled, but was no match for George's magic.

"You're not in the right state, what's this?"

Hearing Edward's words, George was stunned at first, and then quickly noticed something unusual, although Edward was a little arrogant before, but he still had a sense of reverence for the elders in the family, and he would never say such a thing.

He looked at the pipe in the other's hand, took it from the mage's hand, and sniffed it.

"This is no ordinary tobacco, where did you get it?"

Although George did not understand tobacco, he had heard rumors that there was a special drug that could make people extremely addictive and affect the mind, and he felt that there seemed to be something similar in this pipe.

"It's not your turn to discipline me, loser!"

Edward roared, causing George to freeze in place, and the mage's hand that had restrained him relaxed.

With a spit on his face, Edward looked at Elemia and eventually fled.

George shook his head, and then walked out of the room with Avena and closed the iron door again.

Anvina took one last look at the room and left with George.

She originally wanted to come over to see the situation and deliver Reiner's package by the way, but she witnessed Edward staggering into the tower, and had a hunch in her heart, Anvina immediately found George and explained the situation, so that the rescuers were moved.

After everyone left, Elemia returned to silence.

She felt her heart beat fast, and the thought of becoming a slave to such a scumbag made Arymia feel sick from the bottom of her heart.

Arimia returned to her chair and wanted to rest for a while, but found that on her desk, I don't know when an extra package came out, and there was a red and black letter on it.

There is no sender on the envelope, and there is no recipient.

Arimia looked around, then opened the envelope, only to see that a paragraph had been left on the letter paper in the form of cut-and-paste, and the first three large characters were clearly the advance letter.