These past few days, on her way to see Inan, Nif would always hear those unspeakable curses outside the tent, each time making her pause outside the door…
How could a young lady from a count’s family have ever encountered such a scene!? This made her extremely curious!
Hearing Nif’s words, Inan was a little surprised, but looking at this count’s daughter, it seemed she wasn’t joking…
He sized Nif up and down, trying to find a hint of mockery on her face, but saw nothing…
Was she being serious?!
Inan could only wonder in his heart—had she been eavesdropping outside his tent recently?
If so, then Inan could only show his authority!
“You little good-for-nothing!” Inan grabbed Nif by the shoulders. “Were you eavesdropping on something!? Huh!?”
Caught by the shoulders, Nif was momentarily stunned—did this bastard really have the guts!?
But as she slowly came to her senses, she realized this bastard’s insults were way out of line! She was ready to give Inan a piece of her mind, to make him restrain himself!
But Inan gave her no chance at all. He pinched Nif’s chin, “I’m talking to you, little good-for-nothing!”
“Baron Inan… I… I just wanted to hear you talk like that… I… I didn’t eavesdrop on anything…”
Inan continued to roar, “What did you just call me!? Do you want me to lead you outside and parade you around a few times?! Only then will you remember who you are!?”
Nif was a little flustered—was this bastard being a bit too domineering?
However, she slowly lifted her head. No one had ever dared to insult her like this before. “M…Master…”
“Hmph!” Inan’s thumb stroked Nif’s lips. “Very good, I’m quite satisfied with your attitude…”
“Master…”
Seeing Nif like this, Inan felt quite pleased…
Although this count’s daughter hadn’t been recognized by the system as a tamable target, it didn’t mean she was worthless!
On the contrary, Nif was very valuable—she could even influence Inan’s status in the North in the future.
Looking at that flaxen, silky hair, those delicate features, and even those amber eyes—it made one want to steal a kiss…
And then, that bastard stole her first kiss!
“Very good, remember what you said.” Inan looked at Nif coldly. “This time, I’ll help you get Baruch’s head, but you must always remember your place. Otherwise, don’t expect such treatment again!”
Nif nodded quickly, “Yes, Master! Nif will always remember her place!”
She just wanted to play a little love game, but she never expected to get this bastard’s guarantee!?
It was truly an unexpected surprise…
The army began to set out, and Nif returned to her usual graceful appearance, as if nothing had ever happened in that tent.
But when night fell, the woman just couldn’t hold herself back…
She paced back and forth inside her tent, waging a battle in her heart…
Her reason told her she was of the Will family, with her own mission and ambition. She shouldn’t disgrace herself like this in front of a lowly baron like Inan.
But emotionally, she felt bewitched, her mind full of Inan’s domineering attitude…
Finally, emotion completely overcame reason.
She went to Inan’s quarters, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted the tent curtain.
At that moment, Inan was drinking red wine, while Ailinsnow was beside him, massaging his shoulders and back.
“Master…” Nif called softly, her voice trembling slightly, sounding especially clear in the quiet tent.
Ailinsnow couldn’t believe her ears—this count’s daughter was actually addressing this bastard that way!?
She stared wide-eyed, full of shock and confusion, her hands halting unconsciously.
Hearing Nif’s voice, Inan revealed a satisfied smile, issuing an invitation straight from hell, “Little good-for-nothing, I didn’t call you over…”
Nif trembled at Inan’s words, but her eyes flashed with complex emotion.
She lowered her head and mumbled, “Master, it’s my fault for disobeying, you…?”
Ailinsnow watched all of this, unable to understand why the proud count’s daughter would humble herself before Inan, like a little dog begging for scraps!
Inan didn’t even look at Nif, just continued drinking his red wine, deliberately ignoring her.
But Nif couldn’t help herself. Trembling, she took a few steps toward Inan, her voice choked with sobs, “Master, please, don’t ignore Nif…”
Inan still didn’t look at her, just gently swirled the wine in his glass, feeling its rhythm…
Then, he ‘accidentally’ spilled the red wine on the ground…
“The floor’s all dirty now…” Inan said offhandedly to Nif, “What are you going to do about it?”
At that moment, countless emotions flashed through Nif’s eyes—anger, conflict, humiliation… But she still couldn’t help but obey…
This made Ailinsnow feel a rush of satisfaction—humans really are despicable!
And Nif was the first target she had picked for revenge—she hadn’t expected her to fall so quickly…
[Ailinsnow Obedience 70%—Hatred Guidance]
“Oh?” Inan noticed the increase in Ailinsnow’s obedience, and couldn’t help but glance at her. “Are you happy?”
Ailinsnow bit her lip, not daring to speak. After all, while Nif was obedient to Inan, she could still take Ailinsnow’s life at any time!
Inan found Ailinsnow’s silent posture interesting. He grabbed her chin and forced the red wine into her mouth.
Inan pointed at Nif, “Go! Give her a drink…”
Nif’s eyes went wide, as if she couldn’t believe Inan would be so outrageous…
“What?” Inan noticed Nif’s shocked expression and gave a wry smile. “What? I’m just inviting you to drink with us. You’re not going to obey?”
Nif trembled, a hint of hesitation in her eyes…
“You should know the consequences of refusing…” Inan saw that this count’s daughter still wanted to regain her composure, and quickly cut her off, “That would mean the game is over!”
“No, Master!” Nif blurted out almost instinctively, her eyes full of fear. “Nif… Nif is the most obedient…”
And so, the story of Lady Nif and Inan truly began. In time, they would even become the best of friends! For now, their fates would be bound together.
The next day, Inan sat directly in the main seat, swirling his wine and looking at the nobles…
His arrogant manner made everyone present want to go up and give him a few slaps, to teach him how a baron should behave before them.
The nobles had no idea where Inan got the nerve to sit in Nif’s seat. They whispered among themselves, their faces full of shock and discontent.
After all, in their eyes, Inan was just a baron. How could he overstep like this? Yet he seemed so confident?