Inside the coffin, Sophia slightly furrowed her brow.
First and foremost, let me emphasize that it's absolutely not because I'm jealous of that lady outside behaving like a dog in heat, flirting with everyone everywhere. That's absolutely impossible....
At least not now.
Even after the Witch's Night, the Pure White Witch had changed her impression of the lady, and she even lost the bet, resulting in her becoming the lady's person.
But that only means that her body and life belong to the lady, Sophia still feels her inner self is free.
If I say I don't get along with the lady, then I don't get along.
Let me emphasize again; this is not stubbornness.
Let's put it here, even though her body can now be at the lady's whims, her will can fearlessly go to die for the lady, but she just doesn't love the lady, there's only loyalty between lord and retainer, no sparks of love.
Well, there are often sparks of conflict though.
After all, Sophia really doesn't understand what love is.
