"Dear Mom, I'm sorry that I was already gone when you read this letter.

You gave birth to me alone, and I've been smart since I was a child, so I know to listen to you.

If you make me a black queen, I will become a black queen, and if you let me not play with other children to build a house in the mud, I will never play with other children.

Later, you went to Turin with your sister, and my sister really became the Black Queen, and after that, you seemed to care a little less about me.

Even so, I will train myself well by myself, and I don't want my sister to break in my ears every day, and I don't want to disappoint you.

Since I'm the only one who is your daughter and my sister is adopted, I always think that if I can become the Black Queen, you will be happier.

When I grew up, I was in Turin, a big city, and when I first arrived, I was so nervous that I couldn't even buy a marshmallow.

When I was in the attic of the brothel, I often imagined the high world you had depicted to me, with dignified young ladies and elegant gentlemen, and people talking softly in the golden halls, and everything was as beautiful as in a fairy tale.

But the longer I stay in Turin, the more I realize that the world is completely different from what you depict.

The beautiful aristocratic ladies have a dirty heart, and they are jealous of me, so they always slander me behind my back, they say that I am from the back three streets, the daughter of a prostitute, so I must not be a virgin, and I don't know how to prove that what they say is false.

As for those noble gentlemen......

In the face of slander, there were indeed many gentlemen who were on my side, and this strange care warmed me at first, but I soon learned that it was their deliberate way of approaching me.

In fact, like those aristocratic ladies, they also look down on me.

Mom, I'm always wondering if I'm a tool for your profit, especially after my sister left you.

Do you know why I ran away from home that day?

Because the night before, I desperately resisted to turn down the wine party you asked me to have, and I remember that day you cried, cried very sadly, and I was very sad.

I chose to run away from home because I wanted you to know that Angelelle is your daughter and not just a tool for your profit......

It was the day after I ran away from home that I ran into Mr. Oreo.

I still remember the scene when we first met, he hooked Sheriff Reka on the shoulder, and then Sheriff Quatamia had so long legs, like an impolite ruffian.

Like the rare surname Pravor, Oreo is also a very rare name.

So when Sheriff Reka said the word Oreo, I was shocked.

I always wonder why my sister's crush is a ruffian, isn't he obviously a polite and wealthy aristocratic young master?

I believe that love can make people get carried away, but I would never believe that my sister would be deceived by such a ruffian and hooligan.

In the days that followed, with doubts and incomprehension, I would always try to discover the secrets of Mr. Oreo.

However, in the first few years, I didn't find much secret, but I found out that Mr. Oreo had extremely bad habits, but I quickly got used to them.

After spending a long time with Mr. Oreo, I gradually realized that you didn't care about me, so I guess you are very comfortable with Mr. Oreo. You trust him not to do anything to me, and you believe that he will train me well.

I'm embarrassed to say it, but honestly, I enjoyed spending time with Mr. Oreo.

When I wake up in the morning, I do housework at home, and when I make breakfast, I wake up Mr. Oreo...... The way he gets up is really cute.

When he got up, he would sort out the previous day's work notes, and then he would take me to deal with the small things that happened on the back third street.

It's a small thing, but the respect that the people of the back three streets have for Mr. Oreo is real.

This kind of respect has nothing to do with titles, nothing to do with money, this kind of respect is the best praise for those who are kind and benevolent.

In Mr. Oreo's absence, I will temporarily serve as the correspondent of the office, and the neighbors of Back 3rd Street will always come to the office with strange things, the most common of which is trivial neighborhood conflicts.

I wasn't familiar with the laws of Turin, so at first I didn't know how to adjudicate it.

But Mr. Oreo taught me that moral good and evil do not shift by law, so it is sufficient for me to judge by heart, and the inhabitants are satisfied with my ruling.

Mom, you have no idea how amazing that feeling is......

Anyway, let's talk about the Black Queen.

Once upon a time, it was almost a dream of mine to become the Black Queen, but it soon became clear that that dream was instilled in you. I was reluctant to admit it, but deep down I did have a deep resistance to it.

There are also a lot of former competitors on the back street, and after talking to them, I swore that I would never be a black queen without freedom.

I'd rather be a prostitute than be locked up in a house by the nobles and withered or banished.

If I were a prostitute, I could listen to the chatter of the guests and eat and drink with my colleagues, but as for me as the Black Queen, I felt terrible pain when I thought about it.

Mom, I'd better make it clear, you want your daughter to be happy in her next life.

And for me, the happiest thing right now is going to Mr. Oreo's office, where I want to be with him.

I know you want to say that Mr. Oreo won't like me, but at least he won't hate me, so I'll take care of the rest.

Oh yes.

Do you know why I was so active in the third round of the competition, because I knew you love money, so I worked so hard to empty the pockets of those nobles, and they didn't disappoint me.

I made 15,056 gold coins last night, plus the more than 30,000 gold coins that were previously stored at the bottom of the attic, which is almost 50,000 gold coins when rounded up.

If you become the Black Queen, I can sell 50,000 gold coins, and I will give you the 50,000 gold coins in advance, I hope you don't feel that I or Mr. Oreo owe you anything.

Then Mom, we will see each other again in the future, I still love your Angelyl, but I will never be the Black Queen again.

Finally, I wish you and Uncle Augie happiness

- Your youngest daughter, Angelyl. ”

Putting down the letter, the person who took the letter sighed deeply.

He glanced back at the sleeping Peggy, wondering what kind of anger the stubborn woman would have when she got up.