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Van, who was standing next to Richt, looked down.

‘no.’

Half thought so. Richt’s slave was enough for him alone. I didn’t want anyone else to be added to it. Since Abel was of noble blood, I thought he would hold on with pride and then fall away. Who would have thought that she would fall like that even after she volunteered to do so.

Van turned and looked at Richt. It wasn’t difficult to read his expression. My insides turned black. I wanted to kill Abel right now.

‘But that won’t be possible.’

Differences in status. Something that has never felt sad is now painful. Although Abel can kill Ban, the reverse is not possible. If it meant risking her life, she could kill him, but then she would never see Licht again.

‘I don’t like that either.’

So I decided to do what I could for now. Van sat on her knees as usual and leaned over her. You can easily kiss the top of her feet. Because we’ve done it before. He kissed the white instep of her foot and rubbed his cheek against her knee. Then, as if bewildering her, she called out to Licht.

“master.”@@novelbin@@

I felt Richt take a breath. Half the time she knew it was a good sign. Her hands gently rubbed her calves. Next to her, Abel was glaring at her class with his bright eyes, but she raised the corners of her mouth as if showing off.

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