His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen

Chapter 3

Word Count: 884 | Released on: 08/09/2026

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Vault with Holli Warner at my side. Holli, disguised in a conservative emerald cloak, was the best informati

embroidered with their family crests turned to stare. We might

your second-rate appraisals to actual purebloods? And who is this?" The girl's eyes shifted to me, rak

s sizing us up with blatant disdain. Juliana was a notorious gossip from a minor pureblood family. Holli

ult, I flicked my wrist. A silent silencing charm hit her throat. She opened her mouth to mock us agai

spered, walking past her terrified

e pristine Dragon's Breath Amber was presented.

ised my paddle.

he second floor was drawn back. A cold, imposing figure stood there. Burrell

n thousand Glowgold!" The Attend

it for his grandmother. She is suffe

ddle again. "T

onto me from the balcony. He di

rtune on a sleeping aid was ridiculous. I lowered my p

, though he ended up paying twenty due to my interference. As he left his box, h

"Send a message to Collins," I told Holli as we stepped out of the Vault. "Tell him the master is will

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lowing Dragon's Breath Amber resting on the velvet cushi

s banged open. Holden Croft rushed in, his usually immacu

rom Lord Collins. He says he found the legendary

he current doctor, Cecile, was useless. "Bring

aster is willing to intervene tonight, but her consultation fee is astronomical. She is d

repeated, the sheer absurdity of t

o shatter the desk in a fit of rage. "Yes, s

y fingers against the mahogany wood. I had more than enough gold in the Black family vault

mily so blatantly," I murmured, a dangerous,

asked, thoro

y signed my name on the magical contract, transferring a fort

rth the gold," I said, standing up. "But I am incredibly curious to

f the study, looking forward to me

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“After my parents died, my pureblood uncle threw a pouch of ten thousand gold coins onto his mahogany desk. He demanded I take my seven-year-old brother, drop out of the magic academy, and cross into the mortal slums forever. "Consider your connection to this house severed." He sneered, warning me never to tell a living soul we carried the Price blood. My cousin Isla smiled her fake, angelic smile while my uncle mocked that we would starve on our empty pride. We were thrown out, forced to hide in a damp, rat-infested attic in the lower districts. Even Damien Carlisle, the supreme pureblood commander of the magic council, looked at me through the rain with arrogant, dismissive pity. To him, I was just a pathetic, broke teenage mother dragging an illegitimate child through the mud. They all thought I was a helpless stray, a nobody they could easily crush with their endless wealth and elite status. They had no idea that I was "Silent," the ruthless, undefeated duelist of the underground rings. And they certainly didn't know I was the legendary "Saint Hand"-the exact master alchemist that Commander Carlisle was currently tearing the city apart to find to save his dying grandmother. I shoved the pouch of blood money back across the desk, took my little brother's hand, and walked out of the manor without looking back. If the high purebloods wanted to play games with our lives, I would gladly bankrupt them all.”