"Master..."
Vasha's call came from behind her ear. Suddenly, Ivina's eyes opened without warning.
"Vasha?" Ivina quickly turned around, unaware of the awkwardness on Pujeo's face.
"I finally found you." Vasha hurriedly approached. "Duke Pujeo, your servant Vasha…"
"Since your maid has arrived, I'll leave you here. Witch Gra, I look forward to our next meeting." Before Vasa could finish her formalities, Pujeo forced a slightly unnatural expression, nodded politely, and hurriedly left.
"Master, please come with me back to the palace. I have something to report to you!"
"What is it? If it's convenient, we can discuss it here…" Ivina's eyes did not meet Vasa's; instead, they were mesmerized by the statue.
"But… there are many ears and eyes here. It's truly an untrustworthy place." Seeing Ivina's lack of response, Vasa followed her gaze and saw the statue holding the translucent water bottle.
How strange. Why was her master so fascinated by this ordinary stone statue?
Standing in this vast space for a long time, she couldn't help but feel a chill.
Wasa pulled Ivina's cloak tighter around her and gently took her hand, leaving this quiet and desolate place.
"What?! Impossible…" Ivina furrowed her brows tightly and stood up from her seat.
This news dragged her gloomy mood back into endless darkness. It seemed that all her worries came flooding back at once, reminding her of that dark night.
The master has nothing to do with this. It was I who persuaded her to leave here. Whatever punishment the king wishes to impose, Xia Sang will bear it alone.
Whatever punishment the king imposes, Xia Sang will bear it alone.
"That is indeed the case. The situation of the servant Xia Sang… I only just found out about it myself."
Vasha also furrowed her brows in sympathy with Ivina's worried expression. Indeed, that Xia Sang must be an important friend of the master. Otherwise, why would the high-and-mighty witch care about the life or death of a lowly servant?
"Why was he subjected to torture? Clearly, he was merely detained in a cell. Why would the circumstances suddenly change so abruptly?" Ivina was genuinely panicked, her speech becoming disorganized as her anxious heart raced.
"The servants in the cell aren't malicious by nature. Otherwise, Vasha wouldn't have become familiar with them after just a day of confinement." But... from what the junior guards said, the servant knew. The prison where Xia Sang was detained was almost like a death row. Originally, she could have asked someone to look after her, but..." Vasha said, her face showing distress.
"But that servant, Xia Sang, had developed such a proud heart that she refused to give a statement or even eat. This naturally angered the on-duty servants. At this moment, he must still be enduring physical suffering..."
Wasa poured out everything she had been holding back. Indeed, she had not wanted to speak of this matter. What if... Xia Sang were to be released by some stroke of luck? Where would she go then? To serve a witch as honorable as her master was the dream of countless maids.
However, she gradually realized the kindness in her master's heart that could not be ignored.
She would never ignore her servant's injuries in prison. Just as when she was misunderstood by the king, her master was equally anxious and even argued with the king, who was surrounded by women trying to please him...
The master was so emotional. This would not be a flaw in her character, but rather make her virtue shine even brighter. She possessed such emotion and kindness, which deeply attracted the king's attention.
"No, I want to go to the prison cell. Perhaps I can still be of some help." Ivina untied the heavy cloak on her body and casually threw it on the bedside.
"Please do not grow impatient at this moment. The master has ordered that you must not leave this place under any circumstances." Vasha quickly rose from the ground and knelt in front of Ivina.
"No, at least I must know how Xia Sang is faring now. Vasha, do not obstruct me."
Xia Sang was also a vampire, but with such a slender body, how could she endure torture? And she had witnessed the cruelty of vampires...
"But, master, please wait a little longer. Let the guards ask the king first, and then you..."
"Where are you going?" A tall figure leaned against the doorframe. The dark hair was cast into shadow by the moonlight, obscuring Lona's mesmerizing eyes.
She slowly raised her head, and the faint red in her hair shimmered in the dim candlelight.
"King." Vasa and the guards outside immediately bowed their heads in respect. Of course, except for Ivina. She stood there in shock, part surprised, part delighted.
Because when he raised his head, a faint smile lingered at the corner of his lips. Those blood-red eyes that once terrified her now shone with a calm gray, gentle and luminous.
If she could have one wish, she would pray that this moment was not an illusion...