Klaus’s POV
Emilia was very afraid, even though she didn't say a word.
Even without her speaking, in the dim night, I could still clearly see the changes on her face. I could always make her shiver, although I secretly hated that about myself.
After I finished speaking, Emilia slowly removed the black cloak from her body.
It was just the most common cloak worn by slaves in the manor, rough fabric, dull black. But when Emilia took it off, revealing her body, I suddenly realized it was like the finest black velvet, only used to showcase the most delicate, most precious gems.
Emilia's face was turned aside, not looking at me, her eyelashes trembling, her hands awkwardly hugging her arms.
"... Hurry up," I hastily spoke, intending to explain that the time left was already very short, but
