Theodore silently stepped out giving the woman some privacy to clean herself up.

Sylvia took a look around and cringed at the sight of the putrid mess in front of her, greenish-black liquid patches covering the entire bed.

She couldn't help but wonder if this much filth was really excreted from her body through her minute pores. She almost couldn't believe her eyes.

"Yuck!" She then quickly pinched her nose, unable to endure the stench in the room any longer, and tip-toed out through the side door leading to the adjacent bathroom.

She once again took a look at the stinky mess and shook her head vigorously at the thought of cleaning it up.

"Hell no!" She closed the door tightly shut behind her, with no intention of ever going back.

Considering that it was Priscella's villa and they were leaving tonight to go back to the castle, she did not plan on dealing with cleaning up that ungodly mess.

"Ha Ha. It's a perfect farewell gift for that shrewd woman!" She giggled, but then she regretted it the next second as her stomach started churning because of her own stench.

She quickly undressed and tossed her ruined clothes back into the dirty room as well and jumped into the bath filled with piping hot water.

Pouring a generous amount of soap into the tub, she then scrubbed herself clean repeatedly until the water ran clear and her body felt fresh.

After almost an entire hour, Sylvia felt much better and she was no longer smelling like a dump.

"Phew!" She leaned back against the tub and sighed in relief, her eyes closed shut.

As the weird occurrence of the day had been cleared and cleaned, she couldn't help but think of the other thing that was probably going to happen tonight.

And if it did and the devil really let her go and set her free... she wondered if she would ever meet him again.

Perhaps she would catch him on a public address or a special occasion, the man standing beside the royal family and she standing amongst the commoners where she belonged.

She tilted her head down and looked at her naked body immersed in water.

Could she perhaps one day become strong enough to stand alongside him or even near him?

Sylvia chuckled at her foolish, naive, and unrealistic thoughts and got out of the tub.

Even when the man had already told her where they stood and what this was, she still couldn't help but fantasize about him.

How pathetic! She reprimanded her stupid heart and brain, running wild on their own.

Sylvia dried herself up and then took out one of the nicer looking dresses from her spatial ring on a whim.

She didn't know why but she felt like wearing something nice today.

Most young girls dreamt of a perfect wedding, a perfect husband, and a dreamy wedding night, but Sylvia knew that she was probably never getting any of these.

She was going to be losing her virtue tonight, trading it for her freedom.

Even though she had made her peace with it easily, it still pinched her heart a little bit every time she thought about it.

She wondered what would her mother or her father think of her if they were alive.

"I should really stop thinking about useless things. If they were alive, I would have never been sold as a slave in the first place." Sylvia shook her head and zipped up the back of her dress.

She then patted down her hair and stepped outside without bothering to put on any makeup.

Theodore who was quietly leaning against the wall and sitting outside her door glanced at her casually before going back to looking at the wall.

However, he slightly hesitated and looked at her again, giving her a second glance which was not the norm for him.

Sylvia was no doubt a good-looking woman with beautiful features but the woman standing in front of him was a hundred times more stunning.

She looked utterly breathtaking, her skin pure and white as freshly fallen snow, her body slender and perfectly proportionate, her hair lustrous and shimmering and her eyes the shade of gorgeous deep blue with thick long lashes.

If one looked closely, one would see the small golden ring within her dark blue orbs.

"Is something the matter, my Lord?" Sylvia asked as she had also noticed this odd behavior from him.

She was used to the knight not treating her like a woman. He interacted with her as if he interacted with another man or perhaps even a log of wood.

In reality, Theodore being as dense as he was, could tell that something was different about Sylvia, but he just couldn't place his finger on it.

"Ahh... That... Nothing." He furrowed his brows in confusion and went back to looking at the wall.

"I see." Sylvia gave a small nod and sat down beside him. She as well hadn't noticed anything new about her appearance.

The two of them sat quietly side by side without any words exchanged, deeply engrossed in their own thoughts, and a couple of hours swiftly passed by.

In the meantime, the quiet villa gradually started becoming busier and busier as the maids and housekeepers bustled about here and there.

Sylvia just silently watched the theatrics from the sidelines. "Is there something going on?" She asked the knight sitting beside her curiously.

"Yes, there is a tea party today evening," Theodore answered her curtly.

Huh? Sylvia wrinkled her nose, which made her look even more adorable. "Just how often do these people get together in the name of dinner parties and tea parties and masquerade balls?"

"Do they even train at all?"

As someone who had always looked in through the window as an outsider, Sylvia didn't understand why anyone would do anything except for train and become stronger.

What she didn't know was that there was a ceiling to most people's powers that cannot be easily broken down.

So it was simply convenient to give up and accept that ceiling and enjoy the status and power they had obtained thus far.