So, will she...be the "princess" in fairy tales?

Lis poked her head out of the quilt.

Eyes staring at the room.

Because if it is true as Bai said, as long as he calls him, no matter where she is, Bai can always find her and ring in her ears, and then the humble greeting "Oh, beautiful lady" that wants to hit someone after hearing it.

One minute...Five minutes...Five minutes...One hour...

The answer is obvious.

She Lis is not a princess in a fairy tale.

Because at least the most necessary thing for the princess is that she...didn't.

Sleepiness hits.

Maybe it's because of too much mental consumption.

When this conclusion was drawn, the tense nerves no longer had support.

Lis' double eyelids start fighting.

Before the complete closing and consciousness disappears, the last thought in Lis's mind is...

He obviously wrapped the quilt tightly all over his body.

But why...

Still so cold?

...

...

Earl's Study.

"She still leaves the room and tries to go out?"

"No, after driving me away, I stayed outside the lady's door for two hours. At first, when I left, my lady's heart rate and breathing were still rising rapidly and became very fast, but in the next hour, it began to gradually slow down until the end, at a very uniform speed. I think there is a high probability that the lady had entered sleep."

The deputy maid Lina reported to the Earl of Sisle by the desk in a mechanical tone.

After hearing this, the count sneered.

"It's really my daughter has grown up, and her elbows have started to turn out. I'm not talking to her father. I heard that Lis has changed her clothes and put on makeup. What are you going to sneak out for? Are you dating your little lover? Humph..."

The Count seemed to be talking to the maid, or he was talking to himself.

It took a while before I spoke again.

"I asked you to go to her room to search for it. Is there anything suspicious, such as letters from someone you interact with? What are your consequences?"

Earl Sisle had a strong intuition that his daughter would change so much, despite the reasons for her own misplanning plan, there must be someone behind Lis who secretly contributed to the fire and guided her daughter.

The Count didn't know how the other party did it, and he could break the image of his father who had worked hard for so many years and break the cracks in his daughter's heart.

"Some Count, but when I left, the eldest lady accidentally discovered that she deliberately blocked my sight and secretly took back such things."

Lina still had no slight words, but the count on the opposite side suddenly shone with his eyes. He didn't expect that there would be clues so soon.

"Speak quickly, what did you find in Lis's house?"

The count urged his tone, with a strong curiosity on his face.

But soon, all his expressions were as stiff as if they were petrified.

"It's a handkerchief."

"The handkerchief stained with the young lady's blood in the center," Lina added.

...

...

"Yo!"

"It's time to wake up, Miss..."

It seemed that there was a familiar voice calling me.

But when the girl wanted to capture it, it disappeared without a trace like a dream.

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When Lis opened her eyes in a daze, the originally bright room was now extremely dark.

It's all...it's evening?

Oops!

Is it almost time for dinner?

Dinner means that she will meet her father again and see the deputy maid Lina. Lis has no idea what kind of scene she will be like at that time in her current state.

And what's worse is that Lis felt a soreness all over her body. This should be the end of sleeping without changing her pajamas? And her face was also very uncomfortable and had a smooth feeling. After all, she didn't even take off her makeup.

If I had just met my father like this, Lis would have no room for explanation.

so...

What time is it now?

I have to get out of bed, take a shower and change my clothes quickly.

Thinking of this in my heart.

then.

The girl turned her head.

Lis first needs to confirm the current time, so he needs to look at the clocks on the wall.

But in the darkness.

As soon as the girl turned her head to the outside, it was not a clock that appeared in her field of vision.

But...

A face, a human face.

The face of a middle-aged man.

Earl of Sithir.

Father.

In the darkness, he sat beside the bed, staring at himself straight, sleeping on the bed, in the room where he couldn't see his fingers, and I don't know how long this posture lasted.

Lis' brain, which had just woken up from her sleep, was as if it was stabbed into it by an ice thorn.

She opened her mouth.

The girl found that she could not make a sound.

Like substantial fear, it flowed all the way up from the soles of the feet, through the blood, and Liss's eyelids pounded wildly, and her heart seemed to explode without control.

After getting goosebumps passing by like electric currents, Lis was like a drowning person, and finally surfaced and could breathe.

"Father...father..."

What comes back together with the sound is also smell and touch.

Lis found that she still couldn't move. It turned out that the soreness she felt when she just woke up was not her clothes, but her handcuffs and ropes, which fixed herself tightly on the bed.

It turns out that the smooth feeling on my face is not because I didn’t remove my makeup, but...

Mucus.
Chapter completed!