hunting

Thinking of this, she came back to her senses.

Tiff was still holding her hand. She touched Tiff's palm with her fingertips. Tiff turned around, and she shook her head to indicate that she was alright. Only then did Tiff let go.

Tiff had just let go when she saw Lina walking towards her, and she smiled.

"Miss Tiffany," Lina greeted, lifting her skirt.

"Long time no see, Lina."

“Miss Tiff.” Her green eyes were fixed on Tiff. “I want to break free from my father’s control. Please help me.”

Tiff looked at her and said, "Then what value do you have that makes me want to help you? I've already said I only need people who are valuable to me."

“If I am able to inherit the title,” Lina smiled slightly, “then I think I can be an asset to you, whatever you wish to do.”

"Then why should I choose you?"

“Because I am the most suitable person.” She did not mention her ranking on the list, after all, there are many people more capable than her, and there are many people like Tiff around her.

For Tiffany, she was indeed a very suitable person. After all, in her plan, the Duke of Ferrand's position was vacant after his death, and it was indeed appropriate to put her person in the position at this time.

"Okay." When Lina heard this "okay," she knew that Tiff had agreed.

"How do you want me to help you break free from his control?" Tiff tilted her head to look at her.

"Help me clear my name." Upon hearing this, Tiffany realized something and looked at Lina with a keen interest in her eyes.

"As long as you help me clear my name, I can inherit the title myself."

"Okay, let's wait and see, but now is not the right time, we'll have to wait a bit longer."

“It’s alright, I used a slow-acting poison,” Lina said.

After they finished talking, the hunting competition began. This time, the king and his princes came, whereas usually only one or two princes would come.

Everyone who wanted to participate in the hunting competition received a quiver of arrows, and each person's name was engraved on the shaft. Tiffany received her arrows, mounted her horse, and rode into the woods. No one noticed that the Second Prince, Willey, was missing an arrow from his quiver, while Tiffany had an extra arrow in hers.

Tiffany searched for the scent of the fourth prince, Viato, but found him getting closer and closer. She pretended not to notice.

“Daughter of the Duchess Stryker.” The voice came from behind, and Tiffany smiled.

She looked back and saw Viato smiling. She feigned surprise and said, "Ah, Your Highness Viato."

"You're welcome." Viato and Tiffany rode side by side, and all he could see in his view was the girl's blushing face and her slightly trembling eyelashes.

He chuckled softly, "No need to be embarrassed."

He was always a womanizer and had his eye on Tiffany for a while. When he saw that Tiffany had also gone into the forest to hunt, he followed her, hoping to play the hero and save the damsel in distress. But after waiting for a while and still not seeing anything, he simply came out.

But Tiffany had no interest in playing games with him and made some noises in the bushes not far away.

"Your Highness, is there prey ahead?" Tiff stopped.

“It’s alright, don’t be afraid.” He thought the time to be a hero and save the damsel in distress had finally come. “Wait for me here.” This was exactly what Tiffany wanted.

Viato rode his horse toward the bushes. Tiffany drew an arrow from her quiver, the one engraved with Weile's name, nocked it, and aimed at Viato. With a "whoosh," the arrow flew and pierced his back. He fell from his horse. The horse, startled, raised its hooves high before slamming them down onto Viato with a "crack" that sounded like his ribs were broken.

"Tsk tsk, how pitiful." An annoying voice came from the woods.

Tiff turned her head, and Hicks appeared before her. "Look what I've found out. You're murdering the prince."

"Ah, what are you saying, Tower Master?" Tiffany feigned ignorance. "The Fourth Prince's corpse appeared here as soon as I arrived."

"Is that so?" Hicks watched as she suddenly attacked her.

Tiff jumped off her horse to avoid him and questioned him, "What do you mean by this?"

"Let's have a friendly spar, don't be nervous."

"Nervous?" Tiff chuckled. "Aren't you the one who's nervous?"

She clenched her fist, and a shattering sound came from around her. "Hicks, why did you put so many memory orbs around here? Are you scared?"

"Like Hoander, he always likes to put a recording ball before a fight." That's another reason why Tiff put up the soundproof cover.

Hicks watched as she made another move, and as the two went back and forth, Tiff gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

After all, Tiffany is only seventeen years old now, so her chances of winning against Hicks, who has already died once, are naturally slim.

"Cough..." Hicks grabbed Tiff's neck and pinned her against the tree. Tiff couldn't use her magic, so she pinched Hicks's hand.

"Now, do you think I'm scared?" Hicks stared at Tiffany, her lips pursed yet seemingly about to curve into a slight smile.

Tiff lowered her eyes, and when she looked up, her eyes were slightly red, with tears welling up in them.

Hicks was stunned and didn't know what to do. This was the first time he had seen her like this. In his previous life, almost every time they met, it was in a conference room. At that time, she made no attempt to hide her cold expression. He had only seen her innocent and naive facade in this life.

Seeing that Hicks' grip loosened a bit, Tiffany kicked him in the stomach. Tiffany knew that he must be someone he knew, because the way he looked at her was always different, which gave her an opportunity.

“I don’t know if you’re scared, but I know you’ll be scared in the next moment.” After saying that, Tiffany immediately used the ring on her hand.

Hicks didn't know what was wrong with him. Suddenly, the image of Tiffany beheading him flashed through his mind. For some reason, he felt panicked and his body even trembled.

At first, Tiff couldn't see anything. Hicks had a figure flash through her mind, and Tiff squinted, trying to see it clearly.

That is…

she!

How could it be her?

Tiff was puzzled, but seeing Hicks gradually regaining his senses, she said sarcastically, "So, what you fear is me."

“I’m very understanding. Since you’re so afraid of me, I’ll take my leave first.” With that, Tiffany disappeared.

Hicks watched her retreating figure with a gloomy expression, not understanding why he suddenly thought of Tiffany from his previous life, but it was definitely related to her.

The purpose of this visit was to see who the real culprit was in the murder of the Fourth Prince, and to test Tiff's current magical power. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Tiff.

As he was thinking this, Tiffany's horse disappeared from the spot, and Hicks laughed in exasperation.

After Tiff retrieved her horse, she used magic to remove the marks on her neck and rode back on her own horse.

Alice was sitting and eating pastries when Tiffany returned. "Sister, why are you back so early?"

"You used to play for a long time, why are you back so soon today?"

I'm a little tired.

"If you're tired, you can sit here and rest."

Tiff nodded. After a long time, while the King was chatting with the Crown Prince and the Third Prince, the Grand Master of the Royal Knights walked up to the King with a serious expression and said something to him. The King's face instantly darkened.

"Go and bring Ville back to me!" The king's chest heaved, his face turning ashen with rage.

Just then, the second prince, Ville, returned with a large amount of prey. Sensing the unusual atmosphere, he still knelt on one knee and bowed to the king.

The king casually grabbed a wine glass from the table and threw it, which hit Willey squarely on the head. "How could I have raised such a ruthless son like you?"

"Father, I don't know what I did wrong."

No one knew what was going on, and the surroundings were quiet.

"You don't know what you've done?" the king sneered, waving his hand behind him. "Bring his body here."

Two knights brought Viato's body over, and the crowd began to murmur. Vera was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that the king believed he had killed Viato, but he didn't know why he suspected him. Was it just because he and Viato had disappeared at the same time? When he saw the arrow in Viato's body, he immediately understood that someone had taken his arrow, killed Viato, and framed him.

He feigned deep grief and collapsed in front of Viato's body. "Fourth brother... what happened to you?" He pretended to have just noticed the arrow on Viato's body, his eyes widening as he looked up at the king.

"This... Father, are you suspecting me of killing my fourth brother?"

Before the king could speak, he continued, "Father, if I really killed him, I wouldn't be so stupid as to leave the arrow in his body. Someone must be trying to frame me."

The king, realizing he wasn't that foolish, turned to the Grand Master of the Royal Knights and demanded, "Find out who killed Viato!"

"Have you found out who those people from last time are?"

The Grand Master of the Royal Knights shook his head. "Your Majesty, they are too cautious; they haven't found anything."

"Useless! You're all a bunch of useless trash!"

In truth, the king didn't particularly like this son. He hadn't inherited his black hair and golden eyes, and his personality wasn't likable either. However, this was the second prince he had killed. He only had five princes in total, and only three were eligible to succeed him. Now that one had been killed, only two remained who could inherit the throne.

Two princes have been killed, and he doesn't even have a clue. Will he be the next one to be killed? Those people are too arrogant.

The hunting competition was stopped, and the nobles hurried back to their residences. There was a sense of panic among them. Two princes had been killed in succession without a single clue. Who knew if they would be next?

Tiffany returned to the mansion, her neck still a little sore. She rubbed it, and Lisa, standing at the door, knocked. "Miss, there's a girl named Iya who claims to be your classmate and wants to see you."

"See me?" Tiff found it a little strange, wondering why she suddenly wanted to see her.

"Let him in."

Tiff knew that Ia and Allen were Hicks's people, ever since Ia had casually mentioned something when they first arrived at the Abyss of Morai.

"This is no better than Simonton."

Simonton Forest was sealed off, so how could they get in? When they encountered the werewolves, Iya suggested they split up and run away. After saying that, she ran off without checking on Allen. The way she and Allen interacted didn't seem like siblings, but more like partners.

Those who snatched the stones had such obvious intentions that she didn't believe Allen and Iya couldn't see it; it could only mean that they deliberately lured them there.

“Tiff.” Iya walked in.