289 REMEMBER YOUR ROOTS edited (1/2)

As Senja, Yoda and his mother, returned to the Black Sword Clan's Mansion they passed Carye's carriage at the entrance. The luxurious carriage stopped, and she got off with the help of her two female servants.

Carye was in a soft blue dress which made her look a lot younger than she actually was. In truth, Carye was a beauty, that is if one could overlook the arrogance she exuded.

Yet, disgust was etched on that beautiful face as she watched Senja dismount her stead swiftly. In such a situation, it was appropriate if Senja paid her respect to Carye and let her stepmother walk before her. But it wasn't something that was on Senja's mind right now as she walked past her without even sparing Carye a glance.

Yoda and his mother stood in an awkward position. So, after they bowed to Carye in respect they hurriedly followed Senja.

”Senja!” Carye couldn't contain her anger anymore as she shouted her name.

Senja turned to look at her, as arrogant as she can be, only to provoke her. She would very gladly fuel Carye's displeasure for she had the potential of being more annoying than her.

The event yesterday and the one this morning were evidence enough for Senja to fathom just how badly they had been treating the real Senja in her own house while they weren't even the core of the Black Sword Clan.

If one considered lineage, the real Senja had every right to be treated better in this household. She was the real Young Miss of this mansion because neither Hikari nor Rindy had Elder Dam's blood running through their veins. Both of them were daughters that Carye brought to this house from her previous marriage. This fact alone showed how important the real Senja's position in the Black Sword Clan was.

Senja was the sole heir, a direct descendant of Elder Dam. But, the three of them treated her awfully. This had pissed Senja off.

”You called me?” Senja asked languidly, wearing an impatient look on her face.

”Is this how you greet your mother?” Carye demanded sternly, holding back her anger at Senja's cocky reply.

She had never seen her sister's daughter with such an attitude before as Senja had always been a docile little girl who didn't even dare to look her in the eyes. Yet here, this little girl was staring daggers at her.