Chapter 57 The World Has Never Been Fair The Light of Pearl...

"Did you find it?"

"He's a magician after all. There's no way to be sure if he's still in Lachigo."

"Is a magician really that powerful?" The man asked doubtfully, his gaze shifting from the work report handed over by his subordinates to the tall woman who was looking at a map at the long table.

The woman pointed at a spot on the map, picked up a wooden cup filled with beer, and drank it all in one gulp. "There must be more than one person involved in the massacre of the Vatican." After a pause, she gave an order, "Continue the investigation. Don't just focus on the magicians."

She curled her lips and smiled, "I have a feeling we might become partners."

"Yes, Chief."

The woman's gaze returned to the part of the map that belonged to the Holy See, and she gave a sarcastic smile.

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Vifiya covered her cold hands and listened boredly to the lessons that had been repeated for more than ten lifetimes. She could even roughly predict what the teacher would say next.

Her thoughts drifted away. She had already told Osa that she hoped she could join the plan, and the two of them had already discussed the method of participation.

She lowered her eyes. Osa would never reject her. No matter how dangerous the things she did, she would always be with her. The almost unconditional trust still made Vifia feel complicated.

Mrs. Duodu must be aware of how dangerous her path is, but she still allows Osa to be by her side. After resolving this matter and before making the next plan, she will accept the invitation to visit the Duke's Palace.

Now the chess pieces have basically been placed, and all that’s left is to wait.

Hefa acted quickly, and Vifia received a letter from the Marquis the next morning.

"Please forgive my rudeness, Miss. This is an urgent letter from the Marquis. I hope you can return to Seronil as soon as possible. The carriage is waiting downstairs." The servant bowed respectfully at a short distance from the door.

The teacher representative who managed the building behind him added: "The college has already completed the formalities, please rest assured."

Vifia read the letter quickly, a hint of worry crossed her brows as she put it away. She said gently, "I understand." Then she addressed the teacher representative, "Teacher, please help me find Arnold, a fourth-year student in Knight Education, and have him return to Cyronil with me as soon as possible."

As soon as she finished speaking, the teacher representative lost her composure and widened her eyes. The servant also looked up at her in surprise, but felt it was rude and quickly lowered his head.

The teacher fell silent. She had been here at Alsayin College since its inception and was familiar with all the college's rules, regulations, and procedures.

She was born into a commoner family, so she would pay more attention to talented commoner students every year. Arnold was one of them. Even among the aristocratic students, his talent was dazzling.

She once sighed that if he were not a commoner, with his talent and hard work, he would stand at a higher place.

People like them, especially those approaching middle age, how many of them have not thought in the middle of the night, if they were not commoners, if they could also stand at a higher starting point and get the same resources and treatment as the nobles, would they be better off than they are now, better than those noble children.

But things are never fair between people. Some people are born at the top and can get everything with just a glance, while others have to learn to struggle in the mud as soon as they take their first steps.

Just like them, no matter how talented they are, they are ultimately no match for the aristocratic children with mediocre qualifications. From the very beginning, they are not at the same starting point. They must pay more, perhaps to barely touch the starting point of the aristocratic children.

And now, the noble lady in front of him extended her hand to a commoner.

Graduation is just around the corner, and the quasi-noble knights are all looking for someone to pledge allegiance to at this stage. Most of the civilian knights are looking for other ways or joining ordinary knight orders as low-level knights.

Of the four great noble ladies in the academy, the other two already have their own knights, and the Duke's daughter is in a special situation. She will also be knighted and become the first female knight in the empire. Therefore, the only remaining great noble, Vifia Casely, has become very popular. Normally, she can choose at least three knights to grant different positions. She should have received a lot of letters recently.

But her current actions were telling everyone that she had chosen a commoner as a knight, and no matter what, the position Arnold would receive would not be low.

She was slapping the noble knight in the face.

There has never been a precedent like this before, she is breaking the gap.

The teacher representative felt complicated and couldn't help asking, "Ms. Vifia, are you sure?" She was afraid that Arnold would be deceived by the nobles.

Vifia looked at the teacher steadily. She remembered her name, Lila. She had an excellent talent. She would never forget anything she had seen. She could remember the faces of everyone in the academy, all the rules and regulations, and procedures of the academy. Such an ability should have made her shine, but because she was a commoner, she was trampled underfoot by the nobles of the same class. Because she was just a woman, the opportunity she had fought so hard for was taken away by another man who was inferior to her.

In the end, she could only be a small management teacher here. Work that did not belong to her was always pushed to her by others. Until now, after years of passing, all she could do was not forget why she had to work hard.

Vifiya had a good impression of Lila and respected her. She knew what she was worried about, so she said seriously, "Of course, he will be my only personal knight."

Lila later left the academy and went to the palace to apply for a female official position. Although it was just an ordinary position, she still paved her own way. She did her best to provide protection for all women working in the palace in the future.

Vifiya was not prepared to lend her a helping hand now, because Lila didn't need it. She was a woman who could climb to a high position on her own.

It would take Lila a few years to make up her mind, but she was willing to speak up.

Lila's eyes reflected Vifiya's serious look. She felt her heart beating stronger, and she suddenly felt a little envious of Arnold.

"He's more than capable of this position, isn't he, teacher?" Vephia said with a smile. "Teacher, even if a pearl is buried in mud, it's still a pearl. As long as it changes its environment, it will bloom with even more dazzling brilliance."

Lila's lips moved and her heart trembled. She was suddenly not sure whether this noble lady was still mentioning Arnold. This sentence seemed to be directed at her, but Vifiya had no reason to say this to her.

It's... crazy.

Miss Vifia was crazy. She felt like she was going crazy too. She reacted so strongly to something that might not have been spoken to her. She even wanted to laugh at herself.

She took a deep breath secretly, smiled slowly and said: "I understand, please wait a moment."

After saying this, she and her attendant took a few steps back and turned to leave.

Vifia closed the door, hoping that these insignificant words would give Lila a little more weight in her determination when she hesitated in the future.

She picked up the letter again and glanced at it, a smile on her lips. Was this the reason the Marquise had found for her to return to Seronil? Although it was very ordinary, it was indeed very useful.

My mother is seriously ill, and as her child, of course I have to go back to visit her.

She picked up the butterfly gem brooch on the table and pinned it on her clothes. She turned to look at the doll on the decorative table that still had its eyes closed. She was relieved to confirm that Neve was okay.

In fact, Vifiya didn't need to pack much. She packed everything she had to take into a suitcase. When she opened the door with the suitcase, she saw Osa standing at the door waiting for her.

Osa stepped forward, thought for a moment, and then said, "Be careful. I'll be there when the time comes." She stared at Vifiya, who was half a head younger than her, and couldn't help but whisper a few more words, "Since Hefa has decided to cooperate, he won't change his mind midway. You can trust him during this period. You can give him anything to do. He won't refuse."

Vifiya nodded. With Osa's assurance, she felt much more at ease. She walked downstairs, took a few steps, stopped, turned around and said to Osa who wanted to send her off, "No need to send me off. I don't have classes in the morning. You should get some rest."

Osa didn't move anymore, just nodded, a smile flashing in her blue eyes: "See you then, Vifia."

"Yeah." Vifiya didn't look back.

Osa watched her retreating figure and fell into deep thought where she could not see, just as she had pondered before when she was weak, why did she exist?

In the vast expanse of white snow, dozens of knights standing near the gate of the dormitory building reserved for the children of great nobles were extremely conspicuous, especially the knights wearing swords with the Sea Jade Vine logo, and the flags on their carriages swaying in the wind.

The students passing by from afar took a few more glances and whispered to each other far away, wondering what had happened to the Kesley family, or why the Marquis of Kesley attached so much importance to Miss Vifia that he actually sent a knight with a sword to pick her up.

The knights guarding the dormitory door couldn't help but secretly look at the sword-wielding knight who was still sitting firmly on his horse.

There was a huge scar across his face, making him look ferocious.

The stern swordsman knight dismounted skillfully when his eyes caught sight of the figure coming out from downstairs, one hand on the sword at his waist. The ordinary knights who had already dismounted and were waiting, as well as an unfamiliar young maid, followed him forward.

The knight guarding the gate stood straight with his head lowered.

The moment Vifiya stepped out of the door and stopped, the maid took the suitcase from her hand.

She looked at the maid without hesitation, and the maid shrank back and lowered her head.

The Knight with the Sword bowed his head and saluted: "Good morning, my lady."

Vifiya retracted her gaze, hiding the surprise in her eyes at his appearance. It seemed that the Marquise's illness was more serious than she had imagined. She said gently, "Long time no see, Uncle Naang."

Naon Thornton, the orphan of Earl Thornton's family, fought on the battlefield since he was a child. Twelve years ago, he was invited to become the deputy leader of the Knights of the Kesley family. He was also one of the few people in the Marquis's Mansion who could chat with Vifia.

It doesn't matter how much of this chat is out of interest and how much is out of sincerity.