No matter how frank one’s mouth was, she was too severe. To say she was glad someone is about to die soon.
“You are not going to die until the end of the subjugation.”
Rufus’s expression grew worse.
“How do you know that?”
“Well, I just know.”
The maid scratched the back of her head with an uneasy smile.
Rufus stared at her. Was she trying to comfort him?
However, his mind was not eased. It was rather unpleasant.
Has he, as a noble, sunk to a degree that he has to be comforted by the empty words of a maid?
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