Young Miss Undercover
The Scoth Family History

Rhiana had already fallen asleep in Artya's lap after arguing at length with the man. Of course he was tired and sleepy. His strength felt exhausted because the thrashing wanted to escape from Artya.

Artya pulled the corner of her lips hearing the smooth snoring from Rhiana. Artya accidentally lights a special room freshener for sleeping pills so that this little squirrel does not fight it anymore.

Artya turned her head to look at the calm face of Rhiana in her chest. His eyes suddenly fixated on seeing Rhiana's white neck. Not knowing what came to his mind, Artya approached Rhiana.

The cup!

Artya kisses and even sucks strongly on Rhiana's neck. Obviously he wanted to leave his mark there. As his little squirrel was unconscious, he freely left his mark. Of course it's just a sign on the neck. He has a moral attitude towards minors.

THE SNACK!

"Sa. I don't see anything, Mister!" Felix who just got into the car immediately quibbled for catching his employer wet was acting up. But, in order to save his life, he had to lie seeing nothing.

"Back home!" Artya just stared intently at Felix before returning to look at his little squirrel. He did not want to ruin his current mood.

"Ready, Master!" Felix replied before breathing heavily. Turns out he's alive. Artya's assistant glanced slightly towards Artya. In his heart he was grateful because his employer's mood had improved.

Unlike before, when they were still looking for the whereabouts of Rhiana, Artya had already killed dozens of people because her mood was not good. Anyone who misspoke, or touched it just a little, the life of that person instantly disappeared.

Felix continued to pray in his heart for forgiveness because many had killed people at the behest of his step-master. How else, it's the risk of being an assistant to a tyrant.

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Rhiana opened her eyes reluctantly. And the first thing he saw was the chest of a person's field. Rhiana looked up wondering who the person who had already given this warm and comfortable hug to her was. Turns out the janitor.

Seeing Artya's calm face, Rhiana sighed remembering their debate in the car. Rhiana suddenly felt a bad feeling. Rhiana then took off Artya's embrace and got off the bed. Thankfully Artya was not piqued as she took off her embrace and got out of bed.

The foreign atmosphere in this room made Rhiana frown. Not just that. It turns out that his bad feeling was right. He's locked. There was no other exit other than the only exit in this room. Looks like this guy really doesn't want to take it off. Rhiana rubbed her nape feeling lazy to think now. He better wash his face.

Rhiana stared at the reflection of her face in front of the sink mirror. What caught her attention was not her pretty wet face, but the red color like a bruise on her white neck. What the hell happened to him? In this section of bruise does not hurt. Then, why is there bruising? Rhiana confusion.

GREPS!

"That's the sign you're mine!" Artya's hoarse voice above Rhiana's head was heard. The man's embrace was tight enough.

"Huh?"

The cup!

"Don't think. Let's have breakfast," Arya smiled faintly after kissing Rhiana's cheek.

Rhiana had no idea what she should do now. So, he will follow what Artya did.

...

"Isn't this kidnapping?" Rhiana opened her voice at her breakfast with Artya.

"Who said? I'm doing this because you're mine. This is also a punishment for avoiding me!" Artya replied calmly. Rhiana snorted lazily not saying anything more and enjoyed her healthy breakfast.

The two had breakfast together without exchanging any more stories. It was clear that Artya remained silent because of her nature. As for Rhiana, the girl was silent as she was busy thinking about what she should do while being locked up here. Rhiana was also curious about what her three bodyguards were up to because she had disappeared since coming home from school yesterday.

After breakfast, Rhiana went back around the room that was like a house because there were several rooms in it. He did not have time to look at the contents of the other 3 doors.

Opening the first door, Rhiana was presented with a large number of books neatly arranged on bookshelves and in glass cabinets. It looks like it's Artya's pretty big library.

Rhiana then headed towards the work desk at the end of the room. Rhiana opened each desk drawer wondering what it contained. Next to his eyebrows raised saw a thick book with a cover that was quite old but well maintained. The title is quite attention-grabbing.

Rhiana looked at the cctv in the corner of the upper room as if asking for permission whether this book can be read or not. But, come to think of it, if this was a forbidden book, it would be impossible to put in a place that was easily visible. Rhiana calmly picked up the book then positioned herself sitting on the oversized chair there.

The history of the Scoth family is the title of the book in Rhiana's hands. It seems that Artya has read this book. Rhiana opened the first page of the book with this ancient cover.

The Bolevite Scoth was the first head of a family born in the seventh century of the ancient Swiss state. Bolevite was just an ordinary folk who had brilliant achievements in the field of sword arts, so he was appointed as the King's bodyguard at that time. With his talent as a knight who originally protected the border to become a knight bodyguard and the person the King trusted the most.

Bolevite devoted his life as a young King of the century to marrying at the age of four heads to a noble lady. Because of the loyalty of Bolevite who risked his life for the King, so awarded a masterpiece in the form of a sword made by the hand of a special craftsman of the royal family at that time.

The Bolevite, who was so loyal to the King, made the gift a hereditary heirloom of the Scoth family. Bolevita even wrote in her diary that after she died, the sword had to be guarded by her descendants like guarding her own life.

Reading this passage, as well as seeing the heirloom image of the sword, Rhiana nodded in understanding. It was only fitting that the heirloom information was so guarded, that Rhiana had absolutely no information whatsoever about the sword which was a tattoo on her back.

"Then, what about the ranunculus flower?" Rhiana Mumbled.

The reward that the King gave to the head of the first Scoth family back then was only a sword. There were no ranunculus flowers surrounding the sword.

Rhiana then flipped the next sheet. On the sheet, there was a sword drawing circled by ranunculus flowers. This part made Rhiana pull the corner of her lips and re-read.

The gift of the century's King was worn only once by the Bolevites at the time of the rebellion in the kingdom. Not wanting the King to be killed, Bolevite hid the King with the royal family in a special hiding place of the royal family. After that, Bolevite with all his might guarded the kingdom along with the special forces and loyal soldiers of the King. And luckily, the troops led by Bolevite at that time managed to defeat the rebels.

The name Bolevite was increasingly known to the people at that time because of his courage. The royal family was also very grateful, and gave her a lot of wealth.

After the internal war because of the rebellion, there was no longer a remnant of the rebellion nor anyone who intended to master the work for fear of the Bolevites.

Time passed, Bolevite finally died leaving a wife and a son who also became the successor of the Scoth family.

The Bolevite son Benolite, who was the second head of the family that century, placed his father's sword right above the Bolevite tomb as a form of homage to the brave knight of the King.

A few years later, Bolevite found his father's diary saying that the sword the King gave him had to be a hereditary heirloom as proof that the Scoths were once knights of the King's guard.

Benolite who read his father's message then visited the tomb to retrieve the sword. Surprisingly, when he arrived at the tomb, his father's sword which was placed right on the tombstone was wrapped in a very beautiful colorful ranunculus flower. It's like a miracle for Benolite. Whereas around the tomb there is no weed because every few months is always cleaned.

When Benolite wanted to take off the flower, it did not come off at all. It was as if the two had fallen down tightly not wanting to be separated. Benolite who felt the flower was pretty enough beautifully circular beautifully on the sword let it be like that.

After all, the kingdom had already prospered and even security had increased so strongly that no more enemies dared to attack. So, the sword belonging to the head of the first Scoth family was no longer necessary to use.

Benolite himself was not a knight like his father. Instead he became a finance minister who managed the kingdom's finances honestly.

"Quite interesting," Rhiana then closed the book, not reading its continuation. What he wanted to know was already known, so his curiosity had already been answered.

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