Chapter 114: Beat The Noble

Chapter 114: Beat The NobleOriana was lost.

She continued to walk through the dimly lit hallways, but after avoiding a couple of patrolling guards, she realized that she could no longer hear the music from the ballroom. What confused her even more was that she could not find the parlors or even backtrack where she came from.

’What the hell? I think I passed this same hallway twice already. This place isn’t even as big as the Palace of Thistle,’ she could not help but grumble. ’How can I go back now? Will I be punished severely to get caught like this and they might think I am a spy?’

The more she imagined the punishment that awaited her, the greater her panic was.

The corridors on this side of the mansion were fairly quiet, and only the sounds of her footsteps could be barely heard over her beating heart. It was easy for her to hide herself—no, in fact, there was no need to hide because there was not a single soul in sight.

’There are no signs of guests around. That means, this is highly likely the private quarters of the Milton Family. How do I head back...?’

"Let me go...please..."

She heard a muffling sound, along with a woman’s plea from somewhere, and her entire body went alert.

’What was that? A voice? Did I hear it wrong?’

"Please! I beg you, Young Master Milton...Let me go...No!"

"You dare say no to me, you lowly woman? Hah. If not for my family, your family would have been on the streets—"

"I am getting married soon! Please do not do this—"

"The more reason for you to offer yourself to me before being defiled by someone else."

"No! Please! Let me go!"

"You should consider yourself fortunate that I am the one you are going to give yourself first..."

The sounds of a resounding slap echoed, followed by a woman’s cry and a man’s mocking laughter.

Oriana clenched her fists, and before she knew it, she was already running towards the source of the distressing sounds. Not thinking twice about the consequences, she pushed open the door where she found a nobleman hovering over a crying woman, her clothes messed up and her body pinned under him.

It was as if something snapped within Oriana’s mind.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man turned his face to look at her.

"Let her go!" Oriana shouted.

The man glared at her when he realized it was a mere servant. "Get out of here."

"Only if you let go of her," Oriana countered.

The man scowled, his temper rising after his entertainment was disturbed. "You lowly servant, you are asking for death."

Oriana was equally angry to see that woman helplessly crying under him. She didn’t budge despite the threat. "Do you not know what consent is, you pig? I said, let her go or else..."

"Or what?" The man pushed the woman back to the bed. "Do not dare run away or you know what I can do to you and your family."

With teary eyes, she nodded numbly at the eldest son of the Miltons. Though he appeared like a gentleman on the surface, only now did she realize the handsome young master was in fact a lascivious and violent man. She could still feel the sting of his slap from earlier.

The young woman with flaxen hair could not stop her body from trembling. In fact, she could not make herself move, her limbs paralyzed by fear and disbelief. She wanted to run away, but under his threats, reality began to sink in her once more. Her family was a vassal of the Miltons. Even if her father were to learn of this, he could only swallow the shame and brush the incident under the rug.

She felt grateful that someone arrived, but it was a mere servant, and she could hope nothing from it. What awaited her and her young savior was a calamity brought by the nobleman’s rage.

"So you want to stop me?" the man sneered at Oriana. "You don’t seem like a servant from here. Who is your master, huh?"

Oriana lowered her gaze to the embroidered crest on her coat and remembered she removed the coat earlier in case she was caught by the patrolling guards. ’Did I lose it? Well, it’s good. That way he won’t know who I am and His Highness won’t know I created a mess here.’

"That’s not important. Let that woman go."

"And if I don’t?"

"Then I’ll make you."

Oriana snatched the vase nearest her and threw it towards the nobleman. When the man dodged, she lunged towards the trembling woman, but her actions only angered the nobleman. He raised his hand to hit Oriana but she dodged it.

Oriana was much smaller and weaker-looking compared to him, and anyone could tell who would win if they were to exchange punches.

However, how could a person born with a golden spoon match a little terror raised in the cutthroat world outside?

Although the First Young Master of the Milton Family knew how to wield a sword, the times he had ever been in a real fight was zero. At most, he had sparred with his own knights who would often let him win. Oriana could beat him up with her eyes closed.

Her fist targeted his chin, rattling his head, inevitably causing his limbs to lose mobility. The moment he sank to his knees, Oriana then kicked him on the right side of the ribcage, one of the most painful spots anyone could strike on a person’s body. After that, she mounted a series of punches everywhere on his body but his face.

The woman was shocked to see such a weak-looking servant beat up a nobleman so easily. However, rather than being impressed, she was horrified by the sight. The young lad didn’t seem to care for what would happen with him.

Assault was a crime, and a servant hitting a nobleman—not to mention the heir apparent of a count’s family— would only aggravate the punishment.

His entire family could be executed for this! Even the noble house he served would be implicated.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you anywhere else?"

After making a mess of the man, Oriana approached the woman and let out a sigh of relief to find her merely bruised from the slap. "Come on. I will escort you out. Do you know the way?"

The First Young Master of the Miltons was bleeding from his nose and his mouth, and one of his legs was limp. While the crazy servant had his attention elsewhere, he crawled towards the bed and pulled the strings which rang the bell calling for the servants, but as he rang it continuously, it became a distress call summoning guards to the room.

The woman on the bed was alarmed.

"Run!" the woman shouted as she pushed Oriana away. "He’s calling for guards! Hurry and go!"

Oriana had been blinded by rage earlier, and only now did she get back to her senses. She realized she was in deep trouble and it was time to run.

’If it was not for Grandpa, I would have castrated this pig today.’

"How about you?"

"Forget about me! They’re coming for you! Just run!"

Oriana could only come as far as the doorway before the armed guards came storming in.

’I am in deep trouble.’