Chapter 43 - Fated (1/2)
”Hah! For yourself? I am sorry my lady. You are proving me wrong by the minute in your assessment,” Isaac Laurent smiled on hearing the kid's words. She really had a long way to go.
”There is no such thing as a free meal in this world. And even if you did commit a crime, I am only willing to hide it as long as you cooperate with me. It won't take me even a minute to make you a witch and get you burned on stake,” Isaac's face was finally showing its true color.
Such a sly fox this man was! He was only interested in his own agenda.
”Look at you, flexing your adulthood on a kid by threatening her. Say earl, how are you any different from my own parents who have never looked towards my side and only forced their aspirations on the two elder kids? Just because I did not get to see that, now you are fulfilling that role. Do you do the same to Alex too?” Kim Su Won's heart was turning colder the more she heard this man.
She had initially thought that she had found that one person who would be forever her encouragement. He would help her learn and make a name for herself. But as he said, there was nothing for free in this world.
”You do not need to worry about my son. He is working on himself and will become the best knight ever. And I am sure you will also work on yourself to become the best empress ever. Anyway, this is as much freedom as I can give you. Choose your teachers wisely.”
With this he flicked his robe and left the room. Kim Su Won put her hand under her chin, this man was not what he seemed. She had to be careful of him.
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Starting the next day, she got to meet many people. A lot of them were high ranking officials – countesses, other earls, scholars, and even a few commoners. She talked with them, trying to understand their expertise and what they hoped she would learn from them.
She had already labeled every single one of them as Isaac Laurent's spies. She treated them all politely and distantly. She liked a few and hated most of the people.
Was it because her reputation was not good in the social circles? Most of the people acted as if they were doing her a huge favor by even entertaining the idea of teaching her and that she should bow down to them for being so generous.
She had listened to their obnoxious non-sense quietly, nodded her head as if in agreement and then showed them out. Even if she was not too much into the social classes and would be perfect treating them with respect, this was no way to talk to another human being.
She was lost in her thoughts when she heard another knock on her door. This time, a handsome young face in plain clothes appeared. He was with a helper.
At first glance, the guy, or rather kid, seemed very ordinary. He was wearing knee length brown pants and a beige colored shirt, his brown curly hair topped with a brown beret cap. But the way he walked looked refined. He bowed to her with his cap in his hands.
”Lady Whittemore, nice to meet you. I am Jack Smith,” the kid said in utmost polite manner.
”Uhh… how may I help you?” she looked at the kid, who did not look much older than herself and then shifted her gaze to the helper who was standing behind Jack, in almost reverence.