"Is that really the Marcuset heir? She looks like she just walked off a mountain of corpses..." a young viscount muttered, instinctively taking a step back.
Heena didn't give them a single glance. She stood by the carriage door, her posture perfectly straight, radiating the absolute, unyielding pride of a legendary military family. In a world where noble daughters were raised to be quiet ornaments, she stood out like a lone lioness stepping into a flock of fat sheep.Naya, who had jumped down from the driver's bench, quickly adjusted her maid uniform and stepped behind Heena. Seeing the absolute awe and terror on the faces of the high society vipers, Naya couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of fierce military pride. ''Forget looking like a piglet,'' Naya thought, her eyes gleaming. ''My lady looks like she's about to conquer the entire palace.''
