Saffron clearly felt the sensation of his insides twisting. His gut knotted as anger slowly rose within him.

It wasn’t because Viretta had insulted or belittled him. Strangely enough, there was no sign of her looking down on him at all.

It wasn’t that she was looking down on him.

Viretta didn’t despise Saffron, nor did she harbor any pity for him.

She simply passed by like someone who was indifferent.

It wasn’t just Viretta; everyone else too, regardless of how much Saffron spat out venom or grumbled, remained untouched, unaffected by his words.

“Doesn’t seem like it’s going to work, so you’ll just stay stuck at the bottom, blaming the top… Is that fine? Well, I suppose, whatever, right?”

She tilted her head as though asking why he couldn’t understand such a simple thing.

Saffron’s hand trembled in shock, feeling like his brain was about to split apart.@@novelbin@@

It was an experience he had never considered before, and the sense of humiliation filled him.

“You—what, do you think you were born under some bad conditions?”

“Saffron, you really do revere me, don’t you? What do you think I was born with, besides Medlit’s lineage?”

He was stumped by her question.

Come to think of it, Viretta was born with just one thing—her family.

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