SIGRID

“Of course, my lord. If you’ll accompany me on the way to the mansion… truth is, I’m still a bit upset,” I replied, sticking to all these silly protocols.

He helped me into the carriage, and to the eyes of everyone else, it seemed like a polite gesture, just an apology.

The door closed, the curtain was drawn, and the carriage began its ascent up the hill toward the mansion grounds.

As soon as we were out of sight, the friendly atmosphere turned cold and hostile.

“I’m the one who sent the missive personally. The De la Croix family was not invited to this celebration,” he clarified, surprising me a little, but then he added:

“The guest list was handled by the Silver family, allies of my family.”

Ahh, now I understood.

No matter how much we pretended, the De la Croix and the Silvers were rivals—two powerful families of witches.

Morgana and Lucrecia weren’t exactly best friends.

“So, what exactly am I doing here, Mr. Vlad?” I asked, my curiosity piqued about this character.

Uncle Z