Aila looked at Alfred squarely as she could. She was uncomfortable for reasons not similar to the past, but she did not like her situation all the same. It is suffocating and irritating her nerves that even the gentle caresses of the world on her cheeks at the moment did not calm her down like it often does.
“Alfred.” Aila directly called out Alfred from whatever play he was playing. “What are you playing at?”
Alfred, unsurprised of her finding out his real identity fast, only smiled at her questions. In his hand was a small letter that he used as a props to trick some of the hyenas who have yet to know about the situation. Bella might hate the guy, she did not like to expose people who had not threatened her in any way she could.
Besides, it was an internal matter of Alfred as to why
