"Do you know what day it is?" Sylvia stirred awake at the sound of the familiar voice. The woman had been visiting her religiously, in fact, even more than Mikel did.

She opened her eyes and looked at Priscella who was dressed in a red gown with golden embroidery. There was a big smile on her face.

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Was something happening in the castle?

But then again, the woman just got everything that she wanted. So she might just be dressing up for the heck of it.

Sylvia weakly chuckled and closed her eyes, no longer interested in looking at the obscene smile on Priscella's face. She did nothing to hide her happiness.

"Oh! My bad! Of course, you wouldn't know! Let me fill you in, you filthy mongrel." She sneered.

She was not pleased that Sylvia wasn't paying attention to her. Nevertheless, she continued mouthing her words.

"Today is the day you will be shipped off to become a prostitute. Ha Ha Ha."

Sylvia immediately flashed her eyes open, shock and fear still lingering within them. She was going to be transferred to some other place?

"He He. Got your attention right? How about it? Are you excited?" Priscella chuckled.

"You should be you know. You will no longer be chained to the wall. Of course, you will be chained to a bed."

"I hope those men treat you well. I heard most of them have deep rooted hatred towards mongrels like you."

"I am looking forward to seeing what happened to you. We have bets going on to see how long you will last."

Priscella then moved closer and ran her fingers across Sylvia's cheeks. "You should try your best to last in that hell. I have bet a lot of money. Make me rich slut."

"You Should entertain those men just like how you entertained my husband. Got it?"

"By the way, I am curious. How is he in bed? Well, our wedding is approaching soon. So I just want to be prepared."

"What does he like? Does he like it when you bend over?"

Sylvia closed her eyes and tried to not listen to the spiteful words coming out of the woman's mouth.

She couldn't care less about what she was blabbering, though the news that she was going to be transported to some other place made her nervous.

Even if he hadn't yet done anything to help her or even acknowledge her presence, Sylvia knew that Mikel still held some pull in the King's castle.

But if she really was transferred to some other place like the Mage council, then… she shuddered to think about the consequences.

As Priscella continued rambling on and on in the background, Sylvia pursed her lips thinking about this so-called transfer.

She tortured herself thinking about all the possibilities but in the end, she also couldn't help but think of an obvious outcome.

Was Mikel perhaps planning to rescue her somehow during this transfer?

Sylvia shuddered. If that was the case… then everything would make sense, right?

He was probably not visiting her because he didn't want anyone to become suspicious.

He acted like he doesn't care so that the rescue operation could go smoothly.

Foolish girl… Have you still not learned your lesson? A voice sounded from somewhere deep within her.

Sylvia shook her head. A small smile appeared on her lips, and this time it was not drenched in sadness.

"The hell?" Priscella who was still reveling in joy paused and clenched her fists after seeing the peaceful look on her face.

"Bitch, have you completely lost it?" She covered her mouth and chuckled.

However, there was no change in Sylvia's expression and she was clearly in her own world.

Priscella gritted her teeth and stood silently for a couple of minutes before leaving.

The prison cell door banged loudly and Sylvia looked up.

A few more hours… Perhaps a few more hours and she could be free once again…

For the rest of the day, Sylvia forced herself to stay awake even though she felt very tired.

Just in case Mikel had planned to rescue her, she didn't want to screw everything up by losing her consciousness.

Every time her eyes darkened, she pulled the chain to evoke another bolt of mind numbing pain and kept herself awake.

Damn it. Sylvia gritted her teeth.

Time slowly ticked by, even slower than usual because of the torturous pain.

She waited every second and every minute holding her breath, hoping for a miracle to happen.

She even began to doubt if Priscella had lied to her just to get a rise out of her, but soon…

Several footsteps echoed in the dark silent underground prison.

Sylvia trembled and closed her eyes, but remained extremely alert. This was it. This was probably her only chance.

Even if Mikel did not… Sylvia shook her head, forcing herself to not think negatively.

Today was going to be a good day. She needed to believe it.

She had to make her escape while she was being taken somewhere else in a carriage. There definitely wouldn't be another opportunity like this.

Sylvia strengthened her resolve and waited… silently waited for everything to unfold.

Soon she heard voices that went along with the footsteps.

"You bunch of senile fools better not be kidding me. If I don't see a beast girl in there, I am going to fuck your girl tonight."

"Who? My wife? Ba ha ha ha. Sure go ahead. You are only doing me a favor."

"Fuck. Who wants to touch that old hag? I am talking about your new mistress. He He."

"Damn you. Keep your wrinkly hands off of her. He he he. Besides I have a feeling that you will be busy with the beast all day. She is a real looker."

"Eh? I don't trust your shitty taste."

A burst of loud laughter rang out and a group of old men all dressed in similar austere robes walked towards the prison cell.