I felt a piercing gaze that was hard to ignore.
When I turned my head and glanced to the side, I saw the knights quickly look away.
'Should I have not got off?'
As I stepped out of the carriage, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret.
The journey had been long and arduous, with the rough mountain road making every bump feel like a jolt to my bones.
The carriage offered little comfort, with hard wooden seats covered in thin layers of leather.
But despite the discomfort, I knew I needed to stretch my legs and take in the breathtaking scenery around me.
But as I turned to take in the view, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. The gazes were hostile, even resentful, and I couldn't help but feel their judgment weighing heavy on me. I tried to ignore it, reminding myself that I had faced this kind of treatment before.
Even in the grand mansion where I lived, most of the people there looked at me with suspicion and disdain until just recently.
They felt uncomfortable just with my passing by, and their expressions soured just by seeing me.
I was that kind of person insi...
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