The sunlight began to shine through the window in the room, illuminating Rebecca, who was waking up from sleep.
Her eyes felt something—light piercing through the darkness behind her closed eyelids.
Her eyes slowly opened, she turned around, and was shocked to see Farrel laying there completely naked, she then looking at her self .
Her face turned red. "Arghhh, why did I have to pass out last night? This is so embarrassing!"
She quickly got up, grabbed her clothes, and hurried to the bathroom.
Not long after, she came out of the room dressed in a maid outfit, ready to prepare breakfast.
One hour later...
Rebecca entered with the food, thinking Farrel was still asleep—but he was already awake, sitting on a chair by the window.
Still, she tried to remain professional.
"Good morning, Master. I've brought breakfast," she said, placing a glass plate and a glass cup on the small round table in front of Farrel.
She then took a loaf of bread and poured coffee into the cup. Occasionally, Rebecca tried to sneak glances at Farrel, but he acted as if nothing had happened.
But that made her feel better—at least there was no awkwardness between them.
"What should we do today, Rebecca? I'm starting to get bored. Should we go out?"*
Rebecca then pointed to a letter. "The palace has invited us for lunch later, Master."
"Should we ignore the invitation... or should we go?"
Farrel opened the letter and smiled.
"Yeah, maybe we should go. Besides, we don't have any schedule today. You can also visit them—it's been a long time since you last set foot in the palace."
Rebecca simply nodded and asked for permission to reply to the letter.
Farrel just waved his hand in agreement. Then, Rebecca left the room.
"Looks like you can't forget me, Queen. This is a bit childish—inviting me to lunch like this. We should've had a night together instead."
Not long after, a horse carriage arrived at their house to pick up Farrel and Rebecca for the palace.
Inside the house, Rebecca was helping Farrel get dressed. Her face was slightly red as she stole glances at his body. The memories from *last night* still lingered in her mind, impossible to forget.
Farrel simply watched her. "It's fine. I could always ask Quira to help me dress instead."
Suddenly, Rebecca's grip on Farrel's clothes tightened, her fingers tense.
"Maybe I should fire Quira after this."
Her voice carried a sharp edge, and her smile was eerily unsettling.
Farrel chuckled. "I'm just joking. I can dress myself if you're uncomfortable... because of last night, Rebecca."
Rebecca shook her head silently and continued buttoning his shirt and adjusting his pants.
Once ready, the two of them stepped out of the house and headed toward the royal carriage awaiting them.
Two representatives from the palace stood waiting beside the carriage—one dressed in classic formal attire, the other in a maid's uniform.
Farrel and Rebecca approached the carriage. The palace delegates bowed to them, and a royal servant opened the carriage door, gesturing for them to enter.
The two of them stepped inside, accompanied by one of the palace maids.
"It's been a long time, Rebecca,"
The maid greeted, glancing at Farrel before placing a hand over her chest in a respectful gesture.
Rebecca returned the greeting.
"Yes, thank you for going through the trouble of fetching us. You've been promoted now, replacing me, Suii? How's the palace? Is everything alright?"
Suii nodded.
"No problems—everything's running smoothly. Though I did struggle at first to fill your shoes, Rebecca."
Farrel simply watched the two of them, feeling the urge to tease them a bit.
"Maybe Suii should work for me too. That way, she can fill your role at night, Rebecca."
Rebecca, with a sweetly sinister smile, pinched Farrel's thigh—hard.
"Ouch!!"* He jerked slightly in pain, rubbing his thigh. "I was just joking!"
Suii only smiled, amused by their antics.
Farrel side-eyed her. "Look at her, Rebecca—she's laughing at me! You should pinch her too."
Rebecca shook her head and bowed slightly to Suii.
"Sorry about my master's behavior."
Suii waved it off. "It's okay. You seem much freer now... and I'm happy for you." She then turned to Farrel, her tone softening.
"Master Farrel, please take care of my Rebecca. That's my only wish for you."
Farrel gave a single nod.
Before long, they arrived at the palace gates.
The guards opened the palace gates, allowing them to proceed to the main entrance.
A palace attendant then opened the carriage door, and Farrel and Rebecca stepped out after Suii.
"Wow, this palace is huge. My first time being here," Farrel remarked with exaggerated excitement—lying through his teeth, since he'd already snuck in that night.
They were escorted to a guest waiting room.
"Please wait here. You'll be called shortly for lunch with the King and Queen."
Farrel and Rebecca nodded. The two of them then walked to the balcony, taking in the view of the palace grounds.
Below, rows of knights trained in the courtyard, and among them—the Princess stood, watching over the drills.
"Ready... It looks like someone's coming."
The door swung open, revealing the High Knight and the Queen herself entering the room.
Rebecca immediately bowed—Farrel followed, though his gesture was noticeably clumsier.
The Queen waved a hand. "No need for formalities. We're practically family here." Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "I simply wanted to thank you both for accepting our invitation to lunch."
'This bitch really knows how to act. Should I mess with her a little...?' Farrel mused silently.
He lifted his head, tone dripping with faux gratitude.
"How kind of you to invite commoners like us. Though I'm curious—was this just to see Rebecca? She could visit the palace anytime without such... elaborate formalities." A deliberate pause. "Unless there's another reason you've brought us here?"
He blinked up at the Queen, all innocence.
The Queen's fingers clenched her skirts, knuckles whitening as she masked her fury.
"Nothing sinister," she replied smoothly. "We merely wished to acquaint ourselves with the man strong enough to defeat an angel. Surely you don't object to sharing a meal?"
"Hmmmm..." Farrel pretended to ponder, but before he could continue—*thud!*—someone's hand rapped sharply on his head.
Rebecca shot him a glare before bowing again to the Queen. "Forgive my master's rudeness. We'd be honored to join you."
Farrel rubbed his head, sighing. "Yeah, yeah, my bad. We'll be there, Your Majesty. Maybe next time too... and the time after that..." His voice trailed off with a cheeky grin, implying he'd keep testing her patience indefinitely.