Chapter 142 Apatite Blood-stained Parchment
The streets were filled with singing and dancing, and people who once had gloomy faces hugged each other and cried. The prince lifted the blockade order on Hovyalin.
A light flashed in the stone house, and Osa, who was waiting inside, hurried over.
She was startled by the smell of blood coming from Vifiya's room, and when no one answered the door she knocked, she had to break in to take a look.
Seeing Neve's figure, she did nothing and retreated silently.
"Vifiya!" Osha ran over to her, panting. Seeing her covered in blood and pale, her heart faltered. Then she glanced at Arnold, who was standing nearby and looking less distressed. Her reasoning returned, and she probably guessed the blood belonged to someone else. She asked softly, "Are you okay?"
Her red eyes were tingling, but there was no difference from usual. Her eyes softened, "Yeah."
Osa's worry remained, but she didn't ask. She simply looked around and asked, "Where's Isidore?"
Arnold said carefully: "He's taking care of something."
He silently glanced at Vifia beside him, and he also heard Helena's words clearly.
Taboos that shouldn't exist.
Isidore must have known something, including Veffia, who accepted Helena's words calmly.
He hid the thought in his eyes. Taboo, what is considered a taboo? What should not exist?
Somehow, he suddenly thought of those dreams, dreams that had never happened, her repeated deaths, and her attitude towards death.
His heart was beating violently. He was very close to her secret. There was only a thin layer of paper in front of him. With just a slight poke, the girl's secret would be revealed to him.
The silent knight stared at the thin paper, backing away again and again until he was sure the distance between him and the thin paper was safe enough, and then he stopped.
He gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, but the determination he made that day to be loyal to her never changed.
Without Vifiya asking, Osa explained the situation at the Padica Palace: "Princess Ayulite has announced her victory to the entire city. I believe that the whole of Iskanar will know about it soon."
"She's now dealing with the aftermath of the riot."
Osha didn't say much else, she knew that Vifia needed to deal with Neve's matter.
Vifiya nodded, glanced at her, confirmed that she was not injured, and said: "Before Isidore comes back, I will go up and take a look, and then..."
She said to the two of them, "Let's go find Kaharun again."
She knew that the two of them were worried about her. The success of the plan was something to be happy about, so how could the atmosphere be ruined because of her?
She suddenly joked, "That's good now. I really have to hold the scene like I said last time."
Hearing that she could still joke, Osa secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When she met Isidore before, he had already told her about Kaharun. She said, "Yeah, he said last time that he could handle it himself. I must make fun of him when I see him."
Arnold reminded: "Why don't you clean up before going up?" He took out a clean handkerchief and handed it to Vifia.
Weifeiya took it and said, "It's okay. You guys should have a good rest first."
Her figure disappeared in front of the two men. Osa moved closer to Arnold, not hiding her worry. She whispered, "What happened?"
"Click." The wooden door closed gently, and the smell of blood hit him in the face. His pupils turned gray and he stared at Neve.
She went to the bathroom area of the room, placed a wooden basin filled with stored water next to the bed, and helped Neve clean the blood.
The wind and snow hit the glass windows, but Vifiya ignored them.
She concentrated on wiping all the dirty spots on the person in front of her, and then changed her into clean clothes.
She looked at the processed clothes in another wooden basin.
Under the dried blood, there was a noticeable bulge in the waist seam.
Vifiya squatted down and gently picked up a piece of blood-stained parchment, on which the handwriting was still clearly visible.
"Conversations between the Pope and God, apatite, giant screen."
The handwriting was hurried, as if it was written in haste.
Vifiya tightened her grip on the paper, looked at the clean Neve, and then her gaze returned to the parchment.
Apatite. She looked down at the shrunken apatite above the necklace. This was the only apatite she had come into contact with so far, a completely magical creation of Debbie Fiorella.
She still let the magical artifact get close to her that day, and it eventually attached itself to her necklace.
Helena and Debbie Fioreira's deal, the Pope and God, the giant screen.
How does everything connect?
All the negative emotions were blocked out, his brain was able to function clearly, and he was finally able to think about her death.
She did not doubt Neve's judgment of the information on the paper. Neve was very talented in this area, otherwise she would not have stood out from the crowd and been chosen by the former Marquis at first sight.
The fact that she recorded it was enough to show her confidence in the accuracy of the information.
Vifiya stood up, her eyes never leaving the familiar handwriting.
How could Neve hear the conversation between the Pope and God? She didn't believe that God was so kind as to let others hear the conversation. The only possibility was that He did it on purpose.
Based on her understanding of Neve, Neve would not be unaware that this was a fatal temptation, and she was always accurate in discerning key information.
Cheers came from afar on the street outside the window, and a ray of sunlight passed over the circles of Hovyalin's city walls and fell equally on every stone house.
Vifia heard no other sound, and the parchment shook.
The calm crimson is tinged with ice.
He invited Niv to join the game, and Niv, knowing it was a game, still stepped in.
She looked at Neve, speechless. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to let all the confusion go into the air.
The trembling of the paper seemed an illusion.
She lay on the desk and wrote a letter. After thinking for a while, she decided to write to Marlene, instructing her in detail on how to arrange for Neve. She wrote on page after page of parchment and stopped at the last place to sign.
If [Vefiya] came back, how would she tell her?
He tightened his grip on the quill pen, but still wrote his name: Vifiya.
After cleaning up everything, including the bloodstains on her body, Vifiya opened the wooden door. She turned around and looked at Neve, giving her a last deep look before her sight disappeared as the door closed.
She walked downstairs, Helena's words in the dark room echoing in her mind: a challenge to the rules of the world, a taboo, shouldn't exist...
To be honest, she wasn't surprised.
But it seems like she is willing.
She has struggled in this world for so long, as if she is willing to be the exception.
It's really ridiculous.
Going down the stairs, I saw that Isidore had returned. He and Osa had cleaned themselves up and were sitting aside waiting.
The worry in Osha's eyes was even more obvious than before. She looked her up and down. Fortunately, after hearing Arnold talk about the dark room, she resisted the urge to rush to Vifia's room.
It was not difficult for Vifiya to guess the reason why she showed such an expression. In fact, every time Osa took action, she would always care about the situation of others.
She walked over to them and sat down under their cautious gazes, and Isidore silently poured hot water for her.
She sighed helplessly and said, "I'm really fine."
After she finished speaking, she looked at a few people, trying to make them believe the truth of her words.
As she said, they did not see the influence of Neve on her.
But……
It was too fast, thought Arnold, who saw with his own eyes that Vifiya almost killed him without hesitation in the dark room and who thought he was normal.
She shed her emotions too quickly.
If she was a little depressed and decadent in the dark room before, now she is completely the same as if she had not experienced Neve's death.
They had long seen how important Neve was to her.
How long had passed? Less than half the night.
If you are really sad, you can pour it out, you can cry. The words got stuck in Arnold's throat, but he kept his mouth shut and said nothing.
A flash of doubt crossed Osha's mind. She didn't believe that a person who had attempted suicide could get out of grief so easily, but Vifiya certainly didn't look like she was trapped.
But is it really okay?
She suddenly felt annoyed with the person who took Kaharun away. If Kaharun was here, he might be able to see something, as he has always had a good sense of emotions.
She still looked relieved and said softly, "I'm glad you're okay. Don't do this again next time."
Vifiya opened her mouth. In fact, she was not sure whether she would do such a thing again. If everything reached an irreversible point, she was sure that she would do so.
"Okay." She still agreed to Osha and agreed to them.
"Is Kahalun safe?" Vefiya asked Isidore, who was in a trance.
Hearing her voice, he raised his eyes, observing her for a moment, and said, "Well, he's fine at the moment."
A faint expectation flashed in his silver pupils, but quickly faded away, and he lowered his eyes.
Vifiya didn't miss his awkwardness, but she said nothing.
Osa seemed oblivious to the subtle tension between them. She put down her teacup and said, "I've already found out where Mrs. Cooper is."
Mrs. Cooper's place was not that of Cahalan's half-brother.
Vifia and Osa's eyes met, and they both saw the same message in each other's eyes.
They wanted to make a scene and let his stepmother know that if she wanted to touch him, she had to first consider the Duke of Tudor and the Marquis of Caseley behind him.
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Inside the clean and tidy stone house, there is an exquisite wooden cabinet that is out of proportion to the room. On the candlesticks with intricate carvings, the light of the candles steadily illuminates the entire room.
Gabro walked back and forth anxiously with his hands clenched, glanced at his elder brother who was still sleeping in bed, looked around nervously, sat down and stood up again.
When he turned around, he saw that Kaharun had opened his eyes.
He was startled and hurried over to support Kaharun who was trying to get up.
Kahalan slapped his hand away with a grim expression and sat up.
"I'm sorry, brother." Gabro apologized nervously, "I heard the whole city is under lockdown. I have a feeling the wind is blowing in the wrong direction lately. It must be dangerous for you to be out there alone at this time..."
"What's going on out there?" Kaharun interrupted rudely. He looked out the window and saw that the night had already left.
"The ninth princess Avril started a riot in the palace, but it's over now. Victory was declared not long ago." Gabro observed the expression of his eldest brother opposite him and answered softly.
As for why Kaharun knew something was happening outside, he swallowed the question and did not ask.
Kaharun sat on the edge of the bed, covering his forehead with his hands, and there was a layer of coldness in the shadows under his hands.
Damn, he actually slept through it all.
The drug Gabro gave him actually brought back the things he feared. It was also his fault that he had never overcome his fear of drowning.
"Brother, I..." Gabro spoke cautiously.
"Shut up, Gabro Cooper." The voice was steady, yet surprisingly cold.
Gaburo seemed to be struck by a blow and remained motionless.
Kaharun lowered his hand, his brown eyes sharp and filled with obvious anger. He said slowly, "Do you think that if I don't vent my anger on you, you can interfere in my affairs?"
Gabro stared blankly at his angry elder brother in front of him, not daring to move for a moment. This was the first time he saw him angry.
"Don't think too highly of yourself, Gaburo." Kaharun suppressed his impatience and warned.
If anything happened to Isidore and the others...
Kaharun didn't want to think too much about it, even though he knew in his heart that even if Avril failed, Isidore would have a way to get the others out safely, but no one could guarantee that none of them would be injured.
Gabro better pray they are intact.
"I'm sorry, brother." Gabro lowered his head. He didn't know how to seek Kaharun's forgiveness. He was indeed impulsive in this matter.
Kaharun stared at him coldly. That was how it was. Gabro was always like this, saying it was for him, for his own good, but step by step he crossed the line.
No matter what Gabro did wrong, he was only doing it for his own good.
Kaharun laughed sarcastically, "This is my last warning, Gaburo. Don't extinguish my last bit of kindness."
Gabro in front of him lowered his head lower and lower. He couldn't help but feel annoyed. He seemed to have really messed up, but he really wanted to repair his relationship with his elder brother.
The only thing he could say now seemed to be: "Brother, I didn't let Mother know you were here."
He tried to reassure him.
"Really?" Kaharun curled his lips and sneered, "Then what are you planning to do with all these people with weapons outside your room?"
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