It feels like my life is currently resembling a layer cake that just plummeted from the third floor…
And it didn't even stop there; the incident was far from over. My life... my life continuous just like that fallen cake—stepped on, crushed, and then I'm the one saying, "It's fine, I'm still edible. So please accept me, accept me."
The journey toward Duke Tristan's estate felt like a hero's grand quest.
The only difference… heroes usually carry swords.
I carried… an uncontainable urge to nose into things, and a slightly bloated stomach from eating far too much cake earlier. Wait, is my cute belly safe?
But no, compared to a chubby stomach, my little heart was far more important right now.
"Calm down, my cute little heart, calm down," I whispered, sitting inside the carriage. "We are only seeking clarification. We are not waging war. We are not creating drama. We just want… answers to everything."
My heart pounded.
Fast.
Unstable.
