Chapter 14: Imam (4)
Leigh felt a strange sense of dissonance as he looked at Diella, who stood in her place on the platform.
What kind of person was this girl named Diella?
Selfish, immature, reckless—a true spoiled brat.
She was a troublemaker whose expulsion from House Duplain would not have been a loss. The memories of her hurling insults and hurting the servants Leigh cherished still flickered before his eyes.
But now, standing tall on the platform, looking at Leigh, there was no trace of that reckless behavior. Beneath the cloak she wore, her gaze toward Leigh appeared calm, tinged with caution and a hint of tension.
‘Did she really come to win?’
Leigh adjusted his arm and looked up toward the terrace where the Grand Duke Duplain was observing from the mansion with that woman, eyes unblinking.
‘Either way, I need to end this quickly.’
The servant in charge of officiating stood firmly on the platform.