His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen

Chapter 6

Word Count: 719 | Released on: 08/09/2026

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k family estate. It was grander than Collins's manor, but colde

obes of a St. Heal's Chief Healer blocked our way. His chest was puffed out with self-i

" Cecile's voice dripped with contempt and hostility as he looked me up and down. "She

ispering and pointing. "Collins has lost his

gistered my presence. The realization hit him-the expensive mast

ll could spe

made him take a step back. "I hear the matron has been in a coma for three months under your 'ca

matron is afflicted with a lost, ancient blood curse! There is no cure! My extensiv

rse? Your diagnosis was wrong from the very beginning. This isn't a curse. I

ll into a d

cay' in any modern medical text! You are a fraud, a complete charlatan here to swind

n a pot in the corner. "That is a 'Serenity Orchid,' isn't i

he sudden change of subject. "What does

ourishing Charms' every day. But you were too ignorant to realize that most of the energy you were pump

't saving her. You were actively fe

t the plant. But his ego refused to crumble. "Lies! You are making up fairytales to cover

communicator, franticall

ur money has already been received. Now, either let me

air. Every eye in the h

rm of conflict, shock, and a sudden, fierce trust. He

magic washed over the matron's bed, severing the connection between the

y latest potion is finally taking effect! You haven't even touched

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His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen

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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.”