‘Amy Silran…’0

The Silran Barony had fallen from grace after being punished for their involvement in an assassination attempt, losing their right to inherit their noble title.0

Amy had regained their noble status through Davey, but had it not been for her, her family would’ve inevitably been reduced to commoners over the course of several generations.0

Though he had just learned that her mother had once served as his own mother’s lady-in-waiting, and that she had been the Baroness of the Silran family, he had long been aware that Amy carried the name Silran.0

That was what made the situation even more confusing. 0

‘If Baroness Silran truly assassinated my mother…’0

Crack!0

The fountain pen in his hand—one he had brought from Earth—crumbled, its pieces falling like dust between his fingers.0

‘If she was executed for her crime, then why…? Why did Amy stay by my side for nearly a decade, dedicating herself to me?’0

He supposed it was possible that she simply followed him because of her naturally pure-hearted nature.0

If that were the case, it’d be easier to accept this new information. But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it.0

He closed his eyes and began thinking about her other possible true intentions.0

For six years, she had devoted herself to him without anyone’s support. Even now, she remained unwaveringly on his side.0

If the diary was true, then that very Amy’s mother was the one who poisoned his mother.0

Trying to calm his tangled thoughts, Davey wandered along the hallways—only to come across Amy, who was carrying a stack of documents.0

The moment she saw him, she flinched in surprise, remembering that he had ordered her to take a break.0

“Amy.”0

“Y-Your Highness!”0

“I gave you time off, didn’t I?”0

“Well, that’s…”0

‘This workaholic.’0

He nearly laughed, but irritation...0