Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Cold, sticky, like scales scraping...

It was the next night when Lin Miao returned to Capet Manor.

Thanks to the scarcity of servants in the manor, she successfully sneaked into the castle and slipped into her room just as her puppet substitute was about to lose its power.

The devil was placed on the bed by the puppet, lying there properly; his long red and black hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and his eyebrows were twisted into a knot.

Lin Miao held the glowing bird to his pillow. As soon as he let go, the light power in the demon's body began to continuously flow out and flow towards the bird.

Without the obstruction of spiritual power, the demon's soul sea was barely stabilized, his body functions were quickly restored by the demonic breath, and his complexion gradually returned to normal.

The bird, who was so high on the energy, became visibly bigger. When the last bit of spiritual energy entered its body, it burped cutely.

"Great." Lin Miao rubbed its bird's head to show her praise - the angel gave this ball of spiritual power a furry touch that was no different from that of a real bird; she temporarily put it into the storage ring.

Then, she looked around out of boredom and set her eyes on the three-headed dog teardrop-shaped red diamond earrings.

Compared to Reese's ever-changing wardrobe, Errol prefers to spend more time on choosing daily decorations; such as various beautiful, bold and luxurious gemstone earrings.

It suits him very well, but it also seems a little...exciting in certain occasions.

What features will distinguish the last and most mysterious head from its brothers?

She imagined it wildly and found that her mentality had completely changed from "I have honestly begged for mercy" when she first learned that the Jealous Head hated humanity to the current "I have pre-ordered it, please put it on the shelf."

Desire is the best catalyst for courage, and this is true!

"Anyway, wake up soon, please?" she whispered, hooking her pinky finger at the demon. "I have a feeling... we're going to run into more and more trouble."

"You said you would always be my support, didn't you?"

The eyelashes of one of the fingers that was hooked trembled slightly.

…

Drinking and falling off a cliff, although it was a dream, the energy consumed and the physical fatigue were real; as Lin Miao thought about it, he felt sleepy and fell asleep on the edge of the bed in a daze.

When she was awakened by a knock on the door, bright sunlight poured into the room through the gap in the curtains. She was the only one left in the bedroom, lying steadily on the bed.

Maybe after Errol woke up and saw that she was already asleep, he carried her to bed and rushed back to the Illuminati Association?

After all, he was taking over the position of vice president, so perhaps there was something urgent. Lin Miao consciously ignored the slight loss and opened the door.

Daisy Capet stood outside the door. Her second sister had a blank expression on her face, but a hint of pity and sadness was visible in her eyes.

"Mother said that His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince invited you to go for an outing in the suburbs today. His carriage will pick you up at the manor in the afternoon."

Spring outing? Lin Miao paused, then thought of her and Errol's plan.

Today is the Spring Flower Festival in the Kingdom of Kreze.

Could it be that he left early because he remembered her words and took advantage of the dark and windy night to deal with the Seventh Prince?

Lin Miao felt relieved: "Please tell my sister and mother that Leah knows."

Daisy's eyes became even sadder, a kind of desolation similar to the grief of a rabbit dying and a fox mourning.

She approached Lin Miao, holding out her hands, seemingly giving her sister an encouraging hug, a half-whisper escaping her lips: "...Be careful."

Be careful? Seventh Prince, or the royal family?

Lin Miao was surprised that Daisy, who had been treated as a puppet of Mrs. Capet for so many years, would specifically remind her. At the same time, she felt a little relieved - it seemed that what she said that day was not in vain, at least it had moved the heavy lever a little bit.

"Thank you," she hugged her back, also softly.

*

Four white horses pulled a carriage inlaid with gold and silver and stopped ostentatiously in front of the castle of Capet Manor.

The bruises on Mrs. Capet's face had faded considerably, and she smiled warmly at the elegantly dressed young man in the carriage. "His Highness the Seventh Prince has arrived—your noble body has come personally to my house to pick up my daughter. It is truly an honor for her."

She grabbed Lin Miao's wrist and pushed her to the front of the carriage, her tone filled with artificial surprise: "Quick, Leah, why don't you thank His Royal Highness for his grace?"

The beating was still not enough, Lin Miao thought calmly as he looked at his red forearm that had been pulled.

Her eyes flicked to the man in front of her.

The ornate, jewel-encrusted royal uniform, the pale skin, the wavy, light-blond hair, the half-closed, emerald eyes—a very classic Western look.

An exquisite and precious prince, Lin Miao judged objectively.

...If she didn't have the typical face of an overindulgent person and the scent of women's perfume that could be smelled from two meters away, she would probably be happier.

Lin Miao lowered her eyes and knelt according to normal etiquette: "Good day, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince."

A hand wearing a jeweled ring reached out to her, and a deliberately drawn-out bubbling voice said, "Nice to meet you, beautiful Miss Yulia. You are brighter and more dazzling than the sun today."

...My friend, you must be very frugal with cooking oil at home.

Lin Miao resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and lightly placed his fingertips on his palm, just as he was about to step onto the carriage -

A strong and unignorable feeling of coldness pierced the touching skin of the two people.

"..." Her fingertips curled up uncontrollably, and she suddenly raised her head, trying to find the source of the coldness, but the surroundings were still filled with beautiful scenery with bright sunshine and lush trees.

There is no sense of disobedience.

"Yulia? Miss Yulia?" The seventh prince's call brought her back to her senses.

Lin Miao closed her eyes tightly and smiled gently again: "Sorry, I was a little distracted just now."

"It's okay. A beautiful lady has the right to be absent-minded." The man spoke in a self-proclaimed seductive tone, and the look he gave Lin Miao was filled with determination.

Lin Miao didn't say anything.

The carriage was filled with rich rose incense, mixed with the sweet smell of powder, which made her temples ache slightly.

Almost as soon as she sat down, the Seventh Prince came over and rubbed her skirt with his knees.

"In the eastern suburbs—in the manor under my name—the roses are in full bloom." He leaned closer to her, his low, bubbling voice lingering in her ears, and the scent of powder became even stronger. "It's just right for my beautiful fiancée."

"Brother, stop talking! What good is it to let her spit it out? She won't even pay for dirtying his carriage!"

Lin Miao moved towards the window calmly, just avoiding his biochemical attack on her ears.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up faster than she could sense the danger - through the thick car curtains, the uncomfortable feeling of being secretly watched came over her again.

It was cold and sticky, like scales scraping against the skin, leaving cold and hard marks.

She suddenly raised the curtain and looked out the window. The carriage was driving along the road of the royal city. It was the time when the market opened after the lunch break. The crowds were bustling and the vendors' cries were heard one after another.

...There is nothing unusual.

"What's wrong?" The seventh prince was unhappy because he was repeatedly avoided, approached and ignored.

However, for some reason, he had an inexplicable liking for his fiancée whom he met for the first time, as if a voice was telling him that he must marry her.

The Seventh Prince, believing he'd seen countless women, was always more patient with his prey. Therefore, he didn't get angry, but instead followed her gaze. "Miss Leah, did you see someone you know?"

"Nothing." Lin Miao let go and looked away, "I was mistaken."

...No way!!!

There was no way her perception was wrong. Something was definitely targeting her!

Thinking about it, she felt that kind of gaze twice in a row, both times when she had contact with the Seventh Prince. It was hard for her not to suspect that it was a certain demon who was secretly expressing his dissatisfaction in this way.

Not jealous? Acting like a queen?

Wow, she really believed Errol's lies!

Lin Miao complained silently, still retaining his suspicion in his heart - a person with a lustful personality doesn't seem like the dark type who likes to spy all the way like this, right?

If he was really unhappy, the person in the carriage now wouldn't be the Seventh Prince?

So……

“Ahhhh—”

Panicked screams suddenly rang out in the carriage. Lin Miao frowned and looked over. When he saw the situation clearly, his eyes widened.

The Seventh Prince, who had been clinging to her just now, shrank into the corner, his face pale, staring at his collar in horror, not daring to move - a centipede with brightly patterned patterns was slowly crawling out from there.

“…”

How to say it.

After the initial shock wore off, actually.

She felt quite refreshed by the look of fear and helplessness on his face.

His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince's cry for help attracted the servants, and the centipede was of course eliminated - however, his real troubles had just begun.

The journey that followed was a disaster.

First, the wheels of the carriage they were riding inexplicably loosened, but Lin Miao's side was perfectly stable, while the Seventh Prince was nearly thrown out of the carriage;

When His Highness the Seventh Prince was trying to please the lady, a little beetle flew out of the candied fruit she was offering him and flew straight into his eyes;

Even the precious blanket that His Royal Highness the Prince had been sitting on cracked at a corner and broke into two pieces for no apparent reason.

"Damn it!"

After a series of misfortunes, the Seventh Prince's elegant mask was completely shattered. He no longer cared about maintaining his composure in front of Lin Miao and roared in frustration.