Sylvia silently followed the two men as they walked out of the castle main building.

Standing side by side, the two handsome figures were quite eye-catching, the sight wasted within the confines of the empty castle.

The little kid on the other hand was in an entirely different mood.

He jumped around like an energetic monkey and chattered non-stop, that too especially with Sylvia.

“Slave gal, why are your eyes so blue?”

“Slave gal, where are your mom and dad?”

“They sold you?”

“Slave gal, do you know to read and write?”

“Can you sing me something?”

“Your hair is so pretty.”

“Can wu do magic?”

The cute and adorable pair of eyes, a miniature version of Mikel’s cold and demonic ones, blinked at her and badgered her with a million questions.

Sylvia felt as if her head was going to burst.

The little devil even kept addressing her as a slave non-stop, bashing the cold hard reality again and again right on her face.

Though the child’s words were innocent enough, she still felt the twist of the knife in her already injured soul.

She bit her lips in frustration and nodded every now and then, vaguely nodding at the kid.

She was not someone who hated children. She was very fond of cute babies and toddlers but for some reason, this kid drove her crazy.

Was it because he resembled Mikel? She didn’t want to think about that and bent her head down in silence.

When the group finally reached the inner gates, Mikel and Theodore halted their footsteps.

A carriage had already arrived and was waiting for them.

Sylvia gulped as she looked at the luxurious vehicle in front of her. This was nothing like the carriages in her village.

The four pure breed white horses, the extravagant gold and silver carvings, not to mention magic gems embedded in the corners to provide additional security, everything looked over the top and first class.

The coachman immediately stepped down on noticing them and quickly bowed, paying his respects.

He opened the carriage door for Mikel, as the prince first stepped in, followed by Theodore.

He then gently extended his hand, helping his nephew up the carriage.

The man turned around after that and almost as if it was an afterthought, he turned back again to extended his hand once more, this time towards Sylvia.

His gentle face, his warm smile, and his charming mannerisms made Sylvia dazed for a second before she remembered exactly how fake they were.

This two-faced devil surely knew how to act. She scoffed inwardly.

At the same time, she decided to match his acting skills.

She coyly accepted the man’s hand as if she was a lady and stepped in with elegance when in reality she badly wanted to swat him away.

Mikel’s brows shot upwards noticing this new behavioral change.

A subtle smirk flashed across his face as he eyed the damsel with amusement.

He didn’t say anything though.

He silently sat next to his nephew, while Theodore and Sylvia sat opposite to them.

It might be normal for a knight to ride along with this prince or princess, but was it really the norm for a slave to ride with them as well?

Sylvia gulped nervously, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the presence of these many royals in close quarters, not to mention the devil himself.

Once everyone was seated, the horses neighed majestically and the carriage immediately started moving.

Sylvia uncomfortably shifted her eyes to the windows, looking out eagerly.

She had never been to the royal city, let alone the castle. When she was brought here, she was already unconscious.

She had also lived a pretty sheltered life, not having the opportunity to travel and visit any other cities, even the one neighboring her village.

So she did not know what the royal city of the Kalindor Kingdom looked like.

Sylvia peered out the window, almost mirroring the actions of the small kid sitting opposite her.

Outside the well-groomed and regularly maintained castle gardens, gigantic redwood trees and pine trees were clustered together, the dense forest extending for acres and acres till eyes can see.

Except for the single clear paved path they were taking, the castle grounds seemed to be extremely untraversable.

Sylvia broke out into a cold sweat as she vaguely heard a few wild animals howling in the distance.

Her face lightly fell with the realization hitting her hard. Traversing these forests to escape the castle grounds was next to impossible!

She inwardly sighed, her small disappointment not unnoticed by Mikel.

“Feeling sad, are we?” He chuckled.

Sylvia snapped her eyes to look at him, genuinely shocked and flustered.

Could the devil even read her thoughts? This was unfair!