Sarah tightly hugged the heavy tome, tears welling up in her eyes, yet she struggled to prevent them from falling.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady:
"Master… before I express my gratitude, I would like to first fulfill my duties as an attendant."
Ron put down his teacup, a curious expression in his eyes.
"Regarding those people you inquired about… Young Master Baroque and Lady Cecilia, I know some potentially useful information."
Sarah's voice became unusually serious:
"As a 'gifted' slave, I had the opportunity to observe their most genuine sides."
She sat across from Ron, a silver bell softly ringing.
The sound no longer contained timidity but a certain steadfast determination:
"These insights might come in handy in your upcoming competitions."
Ron did not rush her, merely waiting quietly.
Years of research had taught him that the most valuable intelligence often hides in the most subtle observations.
"Let's start with Young Master Baroque."
