My Arrogant and Insolent Shadow
“Bring that girl again tomorrow.”
It was the first time such a breach of protocol had occurred.
Blanchet’s successor had never summoned the same attendant twice.
A commoner girl, drawing more attention than the anxious noble ladies, was audacious.
She had the nerve to come here cloaked in lies.
“If you were going to deceive us, you should have done it properly.”
At least the young ladies who clung to him had some kind of purpose.
But this impudent girl—who neither smiled nor cried in front of him—carried a dangerous, silent intent.
Yet in front of others, she laughed freely, shamelessly.
So, he crushed her and Broke her down.
“You should cry for me.”
Someone like you needs only to cry, grieve, and whimper when I command it.
Mourn your doomed life.
You shouldn’t be planning for a future with the little time you have left.
You should remain in the past. Forever.
Of course, he knew such a thing could never truly happen.
Still, he had to show some sincerity—
At least while he was still alive.
