During the not-so-short silence, it was Bianca who first composed herself.
“Even if you have the power, there is no reason for you to get involved with me. You and I are nothing to each other.”
“Miss.”
“Don’t call me ‘Miss.’ I am not your miss.”
“…….”
“Please leave.”
After the harsh words, a little time passed.
Finally, Printz stood up from his seat. It was the moment when Bianca was about to feel relieved that this torturous time was finally over.
“I will leave. I will go and petition His Majesty to ensure your safety.”
“Sir Printz, you’ve been listening to my words in vain. Doing that will only make you disliked by the king.”
“I don’t care if I’m disliked. As long as I can save you.”
At this point, Bianca even felt like begging.
“Please stop. The fact that you are allowed to enter and exit this place now might be the king testing you.”
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