Why never enter my little cocoon where almost everything in this world has a replacement? What they say is that the heart of the person is good and never seeks compensation for the things they have achieved. If so, isn't Tito Victor's heart good because he sought a replacement for my wishes? Isn't he my great grandfather's steward? Does that just mean I have the right to ask him for a favor without compensation? I secretly despised myself when that thing came to mind while eating breakfast alone at the large, long table. Many helpers stood by my side while I was busy eating. They seem to be just waiting for what I can order before they decide to walk away and continue their work. I can't deny that my life here in the mansion is queenly, unlike at home, but I also can't deny to myself

