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... mes she did have evil thoughts such as these.


Paula sighed, bowing her head deeply. "Sirs, I will serve Princess Tilda well!"


"Good... Now hop to it and get the princess's food. If you are late by even a breath, 20 planks for you!"


"Yes!" Paula replied, dragging her limping body around obediently. As for whether she would be able to find her way around, how was it their business?


If someone gave her wrong directions, or if she managed to reduce late, then ...

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