Chapter 42: Grandcourt’s court

Chapter 42: Grandcourt’s court

Sofia didnt answer. She couldnt open the door if she wanted anyway.

The door opened for the person with no problem. Guess it doesn't lock from the outside.

A tall and handsome redhead stormed into the room, his disheveled clothes did nothing to hide his lean muscles. He had rushed here on horseback and was still wearing riding boots, staining the palace with mud. He didnt look older than twenty, although the many medals on his uniform made his real age ambiguous.

Sofia made somewhat of an ugly face as she spied that the two knights were standing guard outside her room.

Of course theyd be there. The man slammed the door behind him.

Aurelia! He cried out, Are you ok? I cant believe this! He was panicked, worried, angry, his emotions and tone switching from one to the other.

Ally. Acquaintance, could be more. Powerful? Time for the orphans special secret weapon.

[Weak smile of defeat]

It had the benefit of requiring no words, which was both in character if the [Silent] skill was to be believed, and also sorely needed considering she had no idea who he was. That worked out even better than expected. The man couldnt stand seeing her like this and came to her side to hug her.

Hmmmm! Hey maybe its not so bad being condemned to death if its like this. Shit. Stay in character, Sofia.

Im sorry you had to see me like this she whispered, forcing herself to get out of the mans embrace.

Seriously, who are you though?!

His muscles cramped in response to her apology. He turned his head to look out the windows, but the seals prevented any view of the outside, only letting the weakening afternoon sunlight through. His face turned ugly. He had the expression of someone ready to actually commit murder.

Ellen! That BITCH! I cant believe shed go that far for your seal! Jevvin, that bastard too! And I considered him a brother! That asshole didnt deserve to be your fathers son! he yelled, walking in circles around the room, he looked like he wanted to break something but all there was around was Aurelias paintings. And it seemed that wasnt something he would touch.The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

Good! Thats good! Be angry for me, please. More! Uh lets fan these flames a bit more. Ah, and it was a setup for real then, unsurprising, is the seal the ring I snatched earlier?

I- Im fine. Nothing can be done so dont worry about me she murmured, looking away from the furious man.

From a sun to a moon Damn, am I going to wake up covered in sand when I get out? I am, aren't I? What if I die during the trial from sand suffocation The angel wont let that happen, right? Right? How did I make such a dumb mistake I always knew this pendant would come to bite me in the ass someday.

And of course I dont have [Identify] anymore annoying.

Ill have to add this chamberlain folk to the additional tasks hit list too This guy, Ellen, then was it Jovvin? Javvin? What a shit name. Maybe the knights too? How thorough do I need to be? And while staying at level 1

Sofia was wasting away on the princesss oversized bed. A knight had come to deliver food at some point, it was surprisingly good, definitely not a regular prisoner meal. The sustenance was welcome but that didnt keep her busy for long.

Inside this room, there was no one to talk to, no skills to train, no books to read, it hadnt even been half a day and Sofia was already bored out of her mind.

I need to get out of here... somehow. I can wait for the Skyreach guy too but who knows how long that will take...

The opaque windows let in a diffuse lighting, bathing the silent chamber in the cold moonlight.

Sofia got out of bed, she grabbed a palette knife from the painting supplies and scratched the floor at every corner. No holes in the spells protection here either

So much for trying to dig out...

The bed then Too heavy. Clothes are an impractical support too Cant carve it in the canvases, too shallow All thats left is paint?

Under the cold light of the moon, pots and pots of expensive paint were poured on the back of equally pricey painting canvases, laid flat on the floor, filling up the wooden frames.

Four should do Ill make a fifth one just in case. Theres still plenty of space on the floor. But god the smell is killing me.

Why do ritual circles have to be so big anyway? Can't we make a smaller version on a scroll like for the classless skills?

Her pourings completed, she went back to bed as bored as she had left it. At least the sheets were godly, it was the best bed shed ever touched, even the pillows felt like clouds. Probably. What does a cloud feel like?

Aaaaah I just hope the paint doesnt take ages to dry If only I could open the windows

I hope Alith is doing bette