Chapter 40: Servant Cedric (6). The Direction of Effort
Cedric looked at Claudia.
Her expression, filled with sharp defiance and a trace of bitter mockery, seemed to say: Go on, try and fix me if you think you can.
And yet—at the same time—it was pleading. Like someone desperately hoping someone might understand, even just a little.
Contradictory? Sure. But feelings often were.
And Cedric was no exception.
He too was feeling something deeply complex.
From the perspective of a noble, Claudia’s words could be dismissed as nothing more than spoiled whining.
After all, the only reason she was able to enjoy everything she had—luxurious food, the finest clothing, a soft bed—was because of her last name. Redvell.
All of it had been handed to her by her house.
And now she wanted to throw a tantrum because she didn’t want the responsibilities that came with that title?
What nonsense.
But if one were to judge her as a person, not a noble... her words made far more sense.