Lucy's POV:
"It's a she-wolf who wears a mask. She seems to have an attractive figure. I don't know why she wears a mask. Anyway, she looks strange. She is quite intimidating and frightening, but Rufus ' attitude towards her is ambiguous. The other day, she had barged into Rufus' room without warning. Laura was also present. But for some strange reason, Laura didn't reprimand her either. In fact, she sounded rather nice to that she-wolf. People always claim that Laura is strict, but I don't think so." Adela pursed her lips, her unhappiness evident on her face.
"Did the she-wolf have any other distinguishing feature?" I pinned Adela with a serious look. My intuition warned me that this she-wolf was trouble. She was bold enough to break into Rufus' room just like that. No other person besides Sylvia would have dared to do this.
Adela pondered for a while and cautiously said, "Does her voice count? She has a subtle southern accent. By the way, my first impression of her was that her eyes were gorgeous and dark green, like emeralds. They are the most beautiful pair of eyes I've ever seen."
My heart clenched in my chest. Southern accent and dark green eyes... All these qualities matched Sylvia's features! Was Sylvia still alive?
I then realized that no one had actually witnessed her execution themselves. Only Laura had made the announcement that Sylvia had been executed. There was definitely more to the story.
"A guard told me that she is the Alpha of the border pack. The feeling she invoked in me indeed matches her job description. It's rare to come across a female Alpha, but unfortunately, she was hostile to me from the moment we met. I don't know why Rufus puts up with her. A courtier with such poor etiquette as her should be taught a lesson," Adela ranted, her words colored with dissatisfaction and more jealousy.
Adela stayed for a little while longer. I wasn't in the mood to entertain her, so I came up with an excuse to send her on her way. "You can go now. Remember my warning. Don't come to me unless it is absolutely necessary. Over the next few days, Rufus may investigate your identity, so try and keep a low profile." "Got it." As Adela left, Firman walked out of his room. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he greeted me. Then he obediently took a seat next to me and cast a curious glance in the direction Adela had just left. He asked, "Who is that? She seems to have come here several times."
With a sneer, I replied, "Just an idiot who can be used by others. You should study hard, or you will end up like her."
Firman only half-understood my advice. Spotting the remaining scented tea on the table, he stretched his arm out, wanting to drink it. However, I aggressively swatted his little hand away and harshly scolded him, "Don't drink this!"
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