NATALIA
Alucard walked beside me as we made our way back to the maids’ quarters. The hallway was softly lit, casting long shadows on the walls. I kept my gaze down, occasionally dabbing at my face with the edge of my sleeve to maintain the illusion of tears.
“Are you okay?” Alucard’s voice broke the silence. His tone was softer than I’d expected, which caught me off guard.
I let out a shaky sigh, carefully adjusting my expression to appear more fragile. “I don’t know,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared… of Charlotte. I’m just a normal human, unlike all of you. I can’t defend myself if she does something worse.”
Alucard’s eyes softened, and he shook his head. “Don’t worry. Luna Martha won’t let her get away with this. I’m sure Charlotte’s already being punished
