Rosalia blushed. Losing her composure and control like that. It wasn’t like her, much less so after attacking an heir to the main family. Although she was in the middle of a fight, it was an inexcusable thing to do.

Once the battle started, the girl’s focus became narrow, only seeing the enemy in front of her. She would cut off any unnecessary information about her surroundings.

Unknowingly, Jackson now held Rosalia’s future in his hands. If Jackson disclosed what happened to the Hynkel family, only execution awaited Rosalia.

This thought ran rampant in the girl’s head. Dispirited, she followed Jackson with her head down and the ruby-eyes glued to the ground the entire time.

They went in the next car where the staff of the Royal Train slept. Separating the two rooms, a metallic wall in the middle and a door to connect them. Large windows provided sufficient lighting in the rooms.

They took a few steps into the cart with their guards up, but so far, they hadn’t run into trouble. Jackso