I panted on my knees as I watched the maid disappear from my vision. That girl could become a professional sprinter without training. How can someone so frail run that fast? It was honestly insulting to my healthy and lean physique.

Imagine the horrors the Astors must have put that poor girl through for her to run for her life like a frightened gazelle.

Defeated, I decided to return to the great hall. Later, I would have to find another way to interrogate the maid.

Halfway ...