Chapter 175: Sense of restlessness
Izaak couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Melody. She sat ramrod straight, hands clasped tightly in her lap as if she had been scolded into perfect posture.
Just then, the rain began to pour down, and she lifted her eyes for a brief moment.
Izaak noticed how her nails were torn, the skin of her hands looked pale, her face was smeared with dirt, and the outfit she had put on had holes in various places. To cover them, she had stitched the cuttings of from an old cloth above those holes.
For the first time in life, Izaak felt how poverty could hit a person and how easy it was to take someone’s advantage because of it.
"How did you end up in the slave market?" Izaak asked out of curiosity.
Melody met his gaze and replied, "A man lied to me saying that he would provide me a good work there. Luckily, before someone could purchase me, His Highness took the necessary action." She heaved a sigh because being someone’s slave was what panicked her the most.
"Do you think the capital is safe for humans, especially females?" Izaak inquired her.
"Now, yes. The order of Prince Izaak truly helped us," Melody truthfully responded.
"Hmm." Izaak nodded as he felt happy about it.