Chapter 33【VIP】

There was a lot of traffic outside the palace after the event. The nobles said goodbye one by one and got on the carriage to leave.

In a quiet street corner not far away, a blond boy in black clothes leaned against the stone wall with an indifferent expression, pulling the horse and waiting.

He almost blended into the black, except for a wisp of golden hair that fell out from the hood and the cross earring dangling from his right ear.

He stood with his arms folded, rapping his knuckles rhythmically.

He is calculating the time.

Knowing that Opesa would definitely attend the party in a rage, he waited here early, trying to bridge the gap between them.

Sinderel didn't want to have a conflict with Opesha, but he really didn't want Opesha to attend the party at all.

Besides the selfish reason of not wanting Opesha to go home, there is also the reason of wanting to protect her.

Pace Trading House wants to get rid of her, the reason is unknown, but it is definitely related to him.

From old Holly at the beginning, to trying to destroy her business through John, it will only become more frequent and more cruel.

The man behind Pace Trading House is not a patient man.

He had never met this man, but he knew him.

Yes, he had never seen and could never find this person.

For such a long time, he had only heard of this person, and even if he looked carefully, he could not find any clues.

It seems like this person doesn't exist, but details of some past missions prove that he exists.

There was no one he couldn't find, except this man.

Highly intelligent, good at hiding, and a very dangerous criminal genius.

Even if they don't do it themselves, they will set traps and wait for the prey to fall into the net. Before the storm, there is always calm.

How could he not worry?

But the woman didn't listen and didn't understand what he meant at all.

“…Ah, this party is so lively!”

"Yes, yes! I even danced with that Viscount. Did you see? He was so handsome!"

Two familiar voices came into his ears. Sinderel tilted his head, looked back, and stopped tapping his hands.

Opesha was nowhere to be seen among the crowd coming in and out of the door. Only Anastasia and Dusula came over, talking and laughing.

Xindrel frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, "Just you two?"

“Huh!”

The two of them shuddered in fear. After seeing who was coming, Dusula's face turned ferocious: "What do you want? Standing here like a ghost, you scared me so much that I almost won't see the sun tomorrow!"

"..." Xindrel still had a stern face, "Where is she?"

"You mean mother?" Anastasia curled her lips. "She must have been dragged along by those nobles to discuss investment. As soon as they saw how prosperous mother's business was, they immediately swarmed around her."

Dusula also echoed, rubbing his shoulders: "That's right, we were almost squeezed flat in there."

Listening to their complaints, Xindrel just felt something was wrong.

It has been so long that the nobles have almost dispersed. Who is she socializing with?

John? Prince? Or—the guy from Pace Trading House.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and he spoke again: "Are you sure?"

Dusula shrugged and said nonchalantly, "How can I be sure? We didn't see any of them when we came out. Maybe Mother is having a heated discussion with those nobles. After all, investment is a big deal."

"Mother never let us go from the beginning. Maybe she had her own plans," Anastasia added, then complained about the pain in her feet. "These shoes are really torturous. I shouldn't have worn such high heels earlier."

Nothing could be asked. Sinderel's face was full of impatience.

Further questioning wouldn't yield any useful information. He brushed past the two men and strode toward the main entrance.

"Hey? Sinderel, where are you going?" Anastasia shouted.

Naturally, what she got was a resolute and silent back.

"Forget it, it's nothing." Dusula patted Anastasia, "Let's go first, I really can't stand it anymore."

Anastasia glanced hesitantly and nodded, "Okay, my feet are so sore too."

The two walked towards where the carriage was parked. Sindriel, who was walking in the opposite direction, stopped moving and turned back to where he started.

Under the cover of night, he stepped lightly, jumped onto the wall, and easily entered the mansion.

After landing, he quickly looked around, found a bush to hide his body, and then silently called out to any living creature around him that could be contacted.

Using large creatures like rats in a noble's territory would be too conspicuous and would cause chaos, which would be of no benefit. Without thinking too much, he chose insects, which were smaller and easier to hide.

It just moves a little slower.

But it doesn't matter. He didn't expect the bugs to help him much. He asked them for help just to quickly check other places.

He walked quietly in the dark, his ears moving slightly to catch the surrounding sounds, which were filtered out until only some faint sounds were echoing.

He heard a small

.

Sinderel looked up and saw that the noise came from the greenhouse. He immediately turned around and walked towards the greenhouse.

, the footsteps disappeared.

His breathing suddenly stopped.

His heart seemed to be suddenly tugged by something, and his steady steps could no longer be controlled, and he began to run with big strides.

As he got closer to the place where the sound was last heard, his heart beat faster and faster.

He broke into the greenhouse, searching frantically.

Where, where, where?

Where is it, where is it, where is it, where is it, where is it, where is it, where is it, where is it!

Uncontrollable madness began to attack his nerves, and he was almost broken. The bloody scenes he had witnessed in the past flashed in his mind and eyes.

Where is it, where ...

Don’t let anything happen to you, don ...

“…Hmm…”

A sigh so faint that it was almost imperceptible was heard, and this sigh brought Sinderel back to his gradually out-of-control emotions.

"!" He rushed towards the direction of the sound in an instant.

His steps slowed down, and he stood behind the big tree where the sound came from, approaching with heavy breathing.

From a distance, he saw a white wrist.

He almost lost control and lunged forward. Sinderel steadied his breath and listened carefully to the other's breathing.

There is breathing and heartbeat.

And... a strong smell of alcohol.

"……vomit!"

Sinderel: ...

Well, now there's also this indescribable nausea smell.

For someone with a keen sense of smell like him, it was continuous torture.

Sinderel walked over with a dark face, and saw Opesha squatting on the ground with an indescribable pool of vomit in front of her. She was staggering and obviously drunk.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Opesa raised her eyelids: "Huh?" Seeing that it was Sinderel, her heavy eyelids drooped and she smiled, "Why are you here?"

Sinderel pulled her up with a wooden face. The frown that had been on since she entered the door finally relaxed, but it was not because of relief or joy, but because she was so angry that she was speechless and didn't want to show any expression.

She even lost her shoes while drinking and was running around barefoot in December.

He was so strong that a red mark immediately appeared on Opesa's arm. She pulled her arm with a bitter face and groaned, "It hurts...it hurts..."

"It hurts?" He snorted coldly, "Where does it hurt?"

Did she still feel pain? Her feet were frozen purple and even cracked.

Opesa continued humming, "Arms... and feet."

"You deserve it." He said coldly and let go of Opesa's arm.

He actually had a lot to ask, like, why did he drink so much? Who did he drink with? Where did he lose his shoes? Was he in any danger?

But looking at her current appearance, it's likely that she'll be talking nonsense if I ask her.

The moment he let go, the other party's arms wrapped around him.

"You're so mean..." Opesa muttered unhappily, her eyes drooping. "Why are you angry? What right do you have to be angry? I'm obviously not wrong. You're the one who deserves it..."

She spoke incoherently, her hands climbing up relentlessly, and finally hooked onto Sinderel's neck.

As if she had found someone to cling to, Opesa smacked her lips twice and rubbed her head against the other person's cheek. "Don't be mean, don't be mean... okay?"

His wrist touched the Adam's apple, which was usually never exposed, and the numbness and itchiness on his cheek made Sinderel's throat roll involuntarily.

It's even stronger.

He had become immune to the strange fragrance on Opesa.

But the distance is too close.

It was so close that I could even see her eyelashes and the fine hair on her face clearly.

The fragrance rushed straight into his nostrils without a break, killing all his anger.

Sinderel bit his lip and stood there like a wooden stake.

He lifted her up, squatted down, let her sit on his lap, and rubbed her stiff feet with his hands.

Opesa didn't hear the other party's reply and became unhappy again. She raised her face, opened her hazy eyes, and pulled the corners of Xindrell's mouth with both hands, forcing him to be happy.

Opesha: "Ah... It's so ugly, I think it can scare the devil to tears."

Sinderel: ...

Sinderel: "Let go. You just stay here."

Opesa's eyes widened and her mouth pursed exaggeratedly: "How could you be like this! You are my precious daughter!" She stretched out her finger and kept tapping Xindrell's forehead, "My dear baby, you can't be like this. You are a good baby. You must listen to me, listen to me, listen to me..."

here we go again.

Sinderel felt only irritated. He suddenly grabbed Opesha's tapping fingers and pressed them hard against his chest.

Opesha's voice stopped abruptly.

"—Do you feel it?" The veins on Xindrell's neck flickered. "Or do you want me to prove it further?"

He couldn't bear it any longer.

Even if he broke his promise, it didn't matter, he was born to go to hell.

The pure purple eyes suddenly widened, so pure that they made the despicable and dark man feel waves of burning pain, like the torture of a demon after being splashed with holy water.

Opesa looked straight at her, but he didn't dare to look back.

Silence, a long silence fell between them.

His clenched hands trembled uncontrollably, and he suddenly felt regret and a despair that could tear his body apart.

I told you, so what? Then what?

She must feel disgusted that she could change her attitude towards her former enemy and even ask for her care by claiming to be her daughter.

He himself found it ridiculous.

How can someone who can't even control her true gender and life give her what she wants?

What's more, she is not from this world yet, and she will leave eventually.

He didn't know her at all. Even if he tried to find out, he couldn't find any information about her.

Apart from the name, it was not even clear whether she was deliberately teasing him.

He suddenly remembered what he had said before.

He was afraid that this woman could not bear the pain he gave her.

The opposite.

Instead, he became the one who fell into self-destruction, unable to bear the kindness she gave him unintentionally.

It all accumulated into pain.

After receiving no response, Sinderel slowly loosened his grip.

never mind.

He lowered his head, trying to use his hair to hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

Kill her, he thought.

This way he wouldn't be entangled by any emotions. He slowly put his hand behind his back and felt for the dagger's sheath from his sleeve.

But—he felt a heaviness, a heaviness, in his chest.

Lowering her head, Opesa closed her eyes and buried herself in his arms, muttering, "I know you have a flat chest, you don't need to prove it to me... Drink more milk in the future..." But he looked at her coldly, gradually tightened his arms, and pressed the blade against her back.

It would be nice to die in his arms.

"But don't worry, that... Pace Trading Company! They're just bastards! Believe me, they can never, ever... take you away and make you become that 'Chosen One'..."

"Yeah." He looked at Opesa deeply, ready to end his suffering with his own hands.

"So..."

His cheeks were pulled down forcefully by a pair of cold hands.

A kiss fell on his cheek.

"!" His eyelashes trembled and his pupils suddenly shrank into needle points.

The warmth and tenderness came without warning, and he didn't even have time to draw his sword - this was a mistake he had never made before.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you..." Opesa lay back in his arms again, her voice gradually weakening, "I will be a good mother... Although, I have never done it..."

His whole body was frozen, his back teeth ached from clenching, and even the strength in his palm that was holding the knife weakened, causing the blade to fall to the ground with a clang.

I can't do it, absolutely can't do it.

In the missions we have carried out before, the word "accident" was eliminated.

But at this moment, there was still a bit of tenderness on his face, like a red-hot needle, piercing through the cocoon he had woven with indifference, and even the muscle memory of drawing the sword was cut off.

He stared at the blade at his feet, as if looking at a strange object - his body betrayed his consciousness.

His throat tightened and he searched through the books he had read in his mind, but he couldn't find any text that could explain the current situation.

In the past, every wound could be classified: a perforation wound on the left rib, a backlash wound on the right shoulder, but the warmth on his face now had no precedent, even the type could not be found.

The aroma in his nostrils was even stronger, so strong that he couldn't think rationally.

His gaze dropped and stopped at Opesa's frostbitten feet.

“…” Sinderel took a breath, bent down and hugged the sleeping Opesha.

"……go home."