Life was truly a mysterious thing.

Because like a chain reaction, major forces within the entire Pyno continent seemed to be having several difficulties of their own.

Far away from Commander Pirus and his fleet, several people were currently praying for their lives as hard as they could.

Dammit!

Who asked them to provoke this monster?

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In a beautifully styled room, a 38-year-old man stood before several kneeling servants with his back facing them.

The kneeling servants all shuddered from fear and didn't dare to look up at all.

The place was now frighteningly quiet, and all that could be heard was the buried breathing from the servants.

On the other hand, the man who had his face gaming them slowly turned around to reveal a small human that had been strapped to his chest.

The person on his chest held a clay teacup and took a sip from the cup angrily.

Yes!

The person was in rage!

And who was this person?

Well, it was none other than the one-arm Cary Barn.

It could be said that Cary now stood as a symbol of evil to all those who worked for her.

Before, she could've been said to be a devil who worked in hell.

But now, they all saw her as the owner of hell himself.

Cary had transformed into a nightmare for them.

Nonetheless, who could blame her?

She had lost both of her legs, as well as her most dominant arm... The right one.

So now, she was like a 3-year-old baby who was carried around wherever she went.

All this, as well as her now very low self-esteem, made her lash out all the more.

For sure, she had tried to move on her own... But it was utterly difficult and still needed a lot of practice to do.

One should know that for the past few months, she had been secretly learning how o support her entire body and walk on her own.

Because no matter what, she felt a sense of security whenever she tried moving on her own.

And best of all, it made her feel stronger.

She hated the looks of pity, mocking, gloating and even contempt on the faces of mother, maids, stepmothers and nobles who happened to chance upon her.

From the moment her condition was leaked, several frienemies of hers came to visit her estate all in the guise of 'worrying' about her.

But she could see all the gloating and hidden messages within their sweet talk.

It would be a lie if she said that she wasn't angry.

Regardless, what could she do?

Her father didn't favour her anymore, hence he didn't listen to any of her requests.

He treated her like a monstrous disgrace, and was even tempted to remove her from the royal registry.

In his mind, daughters were tools and legitimate sons were family.

So with a broken tool like Cary that couldn't even be used for his own gain, why would he bother about any of her requests?

Even if those nobles mocked her, she was sure that Alec wouldn't do anything to them and might even support them instead.

She laughed bitterly when she thought about her so-called family.

Indeed, she was a broken tool for them.

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As for the guard who was assigned to carry her on his chest, he was one of her mother's most loyal guards who had been working for her mother even before she was born.

The guard never spoke unless he was alone with her, and his entire aura was one that intimidated the workers even more.

He now slept in her room and made sure that he went almost everywhere with her.

Well everywhere except for her bath pools and latrines.

In truth, there were times that the maids had even thought of drowning the princess to death.

But they didn't dare because they would undoubtedly be buried alongside her as well.

Additionally, their families might even join them too.

So they dared not plot against the princess.

And the head guard who always carried Cary around would catch them before they even completed to dead.

So what was the point?

The head guard was also in charge of all security measures within her estate.

And to Cary, he was her lucky star.

Because ever since he came, that dastardly hooded man hadn't shown up again at all.

Months have passed by with no other incidents having.

So how could she not be happy?

She couldn't help but feel shed a few tears whenever she thought of her secure her estate had now become.

It was truly a thing of joy for her, and all this positive energy gave her some of her confidence back... Although it also turned her into a little mister as well.

Cary looked at the shivering and sneered.

"Do you all think that because I'm like this, I wouldn't be needing any of my luxury gowns Ir jewelry anymore?

Let me ask you all for the last time.

Who took my Golden Barogan (kind of animal) bracelet?"

--silence--

The maids shivered even more when they heard Cary's words.

Some of them were shivering because they were indeed guilty, while others shivered because they were afraid that those guilty wouldn't step forward at all.

And in that case, wouldn't they be all killed on the spot even though they were innocent?

They couldn't help but first their luck.

How could they end up working with such lowly thieves who seemed bent on pulling them along death's road.

Their faces all turned ghastly pale, and their bodies looked like their spirits had already departed from the world.

Cary gleefully looked at their ghastly expressions and smiled viciously.

Of course, she already knew who the thieves were since she had gotten the report from the guard who was now carrying her.

He had placed hidden guards all over her estate so they would know whether someone planned to poison her food, or even place deadly powders on her clothes or not.

But who would've known that they would end up meeting thieves instead?