"Did you ask who he was delivering the letter for?"
"I did. He said it was for a count..." the guard answered cautiously.
"Did he say who the letter was for? My father, my grandfather, or me?" Faina continued asking.
The guard hesitated but did not answer directly.
"What is it?" Faina finally noticed the servant's abnormal behavior. She could not help frowning and asked, "What are you afraid of?"
"He said... he said... that count said the letter was for... for a bad-tempered young lady from the Ring of Trade Winds." The guard stammered as he answered. No matter how he listened to it, that "bad-tempered young lady" sounded like the one standing before him. There were two young ladies in Rovov Fortress. One was a gentle and lovable little angel, famous far and wide, while the other... The guard hurriedly shook his head, feeling that he was already not far from the dungeon.
Unexpectedly, when Faina heard this, she was not angry. Instead, her azure eyes lit up. "Really? He really said that?"
I'm doomed, I'm doomed, the guard thought. The young lady had already been angered into a stupor. Someone would most likely suffer next, and it certainly would not be the messenger—the messenger was merely an adventurer passing through, while the count was far away. From every angle, the only person who could suffer now was himself. Thinking of this, he nodded with a worried expression. "That's right, my lady. I didn't dare add a single word."
"I didn't ask whether you said anything extra. Would you dare embellish it, anyway? Where is the letter?" Faina held out her hand and answered irritably.
The guard hurriedly took out the letter. It had clearly undergone a long journey and had not been stored very well. Its surface