Chapter 74 The drama of good people not being able to survive is not over yet
Vifia's eyes were still on the Marquis. She pulled his hair hard and forced his face to look up at her.
With a playful smile, she asked with a caring look, "Dad, do you like this feeling?"
Perhaps because he didn't hear the Marquis's response, the patrolling knight knocked on the door again: "My Lord Marquis!"
Ledishia looked at the Marquis's miserable state with a frivolous look, and said cheerfully, "Your Excellency is very angry. It's nothing, go away."
It was quiet outside, but the Haihefu siblings didn't hear the knight leave.
Balkas looked at Leticia's leisurely face for a moment, then turned and went to open the door.
The moment the door opened, the leading knight saw the shocking scene in the study through Balkas's side.
The noble master of the castle was like a dead dog, held in the hands of the ruby they thought was weak.
Before they could react, several knights felt a chill on their necks. They seemed to have only seen Master Balkas's shoes.
Balkas retracted his sword, took a step back indifferently, closed the door, kept all the blood out, and returned to Leticia's side again.
"Father, you seem to like this kind of action very much." Vifiya said softly.
In her memory, [Vifiya] was forced to look up at the Marquis like this countless times.
Such humiliation made the Marquis ignore the pain in his body. His face turned red, and he seemed to want to scold Vifiya, but because his vocal cords were injured, he could only make a "ho ho" sound.
The Marquis used up his last bit of strength to try to resist.
"Ah! Ugh!"
His two hands and one foot were obviously crippled by Vifiya. The extreme pain made him howl, but she covered his mouth, so he could only swallow all the pain into his stomach.
The deep emotion of being abused in the memory suddenly brought a trace of pleasure. Vifiya's hand holding the Marquis's hair trembled, and a blank look flashed in her eyes.
This was her seventeenth life, the tenth time she had attacked the Marquis, and the first time she had truly felt the emotional feedback from [Vifiya].
Seeing this, Vifiya smiled even more happily, and she did not hide the madness in her eyes: "So this is how it feels, father."
She slowly approached him, her eyes full of contempt: "You are much weaker than I thought, father. Do you regret why you didn't want to learn more about swordsmanship before? There is no way, it's all your own fault."
After saying this, she dragged the Marquis to the full-length mirror beside her with an expressionless face.
She wanted to let the Marquis, who always paid attention to his appearance and aristocratic etiquette, see how embarrassed she was.
She admitted that she was insulting him and that she was trampling on his dignity.
But she thought that this punishment was far from enough to forgive the memory of his abuse of [Vefiya].
She had also experienced such abuse firsthand.
I also understand [Vifiya] more and more. In such a family, a good person cannot survive. Here, being a good person is equal to being stupid.
She also admitted that she was no longer a good person.
The Marquis reacted violently when he saw himself in the mirror. Vifiya forced him to look at himself in the mirror and said, "Father, have you ever thought about this day?"
[Vefiya]'s hatred for him was so strong, so strong that it choked Vifiya's throat, so strong that it almost swallowed up her other emotions.
Vifiya took a deep breath and dragged the Marquis to the secret door in the basement. She opened the door, smiled maliciously, and said, "Don't you want to know what happened in there? Go and see for yourself."
She believed that the Marquis would crawl in, because if he continued to stay there, he would have no chance of winning. Instead, if he went to the basement, he might have a chance to be rescued and turn the situation around.
Vifiya looked through the Marquis into the dim passage inside with deep eyes.
Well, she did leave the Marquis an opportunity in there, a brand new attempt due to the many differences in this life.
The Marquis was sinking into the darkness little by little, relying on his instinct for survival.
Vifiya turned and walked towards Osha and the others.
She picked up a clean teacup and poured herself a cup of warm tea. When the warmth reached her stomach, she lifted her eyelids and said sincerely to the few people, "Thank you."
She was a little worried that Osa would not be able to adapt to seeing her like this. But it seemed that Osa not only accepted it well, but also...
"Vifiya, are you okay?" Osha couldn't help but worry.
She shook her head, brought the sword back to her side, and handed it back to her.
She turned her head to look at the secret door, smiled, and looked at them again.
She said to Osa, "Leave the rest to me. I'm sorry to have dragged you into this."
Osa chuckled upon hearing this and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing. The little job you asked me to do is much easier than the royal family."
Vifiya smiled gently, with the same gentleness that Osha was familiar with.
Her eyes shifted to the Haihefu siblings: "From now on, you can do whatever you want."
She stepped back and smiled playfully, "The characters are all in place. It's time for me to collect the results of the next drama."
Leticia understood the hidden meaning in her words and sat up straight. Only then did she truly reveal her admiration for her cousin. Whether it was because of her tolerance for her in the past or her current recognition of her, she was willing to make concessions: "I'll consider this the true meaning of the deal."
They can benefit from her plan and she can get what she wants.
She stared at Vifiya's back, and she knew that the next drama would not be the last.
This drama directed by Vifiya has not yet come to an end.
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Vifiya walked slowly and calmly through the dim passage.
The Pope specially brought Raylord to the Marquis's Mansion. Could it be that God was doing this to disgust her?
As the Pope's backup, Raylord can indeed disrupt her plans, and they probably didn't expect that Kaharun would come here suddenly.
She herself did not expect that he would arrive at the Marquis's Mansion at this time. When Raylord was chattering, she originally planned to induce him to trip up the Pope. He was very interested in her now. She knew that even if Raylord knew her purpose, he would do it.
There was no need for her to miss this opportunity and use him. Maybe she could even get the information she wanted from him.
But now that Kaharun is here, there's no problem in letting them settle their personal grudges.
No matter what the outcome, she would not allow Reilold to disrupt her plans.
Vifiya lowered her head and saw a winding bloodstain on the ground. She couldn't help but sneer in her eyes, "Old thing, you're quite good at crawling."
At the end of the passage, a figure was reflected in the torch. As if realizing that the person over there was her, the figure stood up. It was Kaharun.
Vifiya took a few quick steps to meet him.
Kaharun took off his hood and looked Vifia up and down, making sure she was not injured. Then he said loudly, "Don't cast such a dangerous spell on yourself next time. I saw the magic power wrapped around you from afar, and it scared me."
"And there's more." His expression suddenly grew serious, unusual for him, and he asked in a low voice, "What's the origin of that person?"
Meeting Vifiya's puzzled gaze, he explained, "There's a very strange magical power in him. It's not his own. I really can't explain this feeling."
Vifia lowered her eyes and listened to what Kaharun said. She had some guesses that the strange magic he mentioned was most likely the reason why Raylord could remember his previous life.
Vifiya raised her head to look at him and said, "Wait until I'm sure."
Even though she didn't want to fail in this life, she still had to be prepared to die. She didn't want to open her eyes in the next life and find that the hidden danger, Raylord, still had memories of this life. The more he had, the more disadvantageous it would be for her.
Seeing her confident look, Kaharun stopped asking questions. Seeing her gaze on the lower half of his face hidden by his robe, he touched it and wiped the blood off. He said nonchalantly, "Oh, this is Reilold's blood. He's really tough. I beat him up like that, but he still can't die. It's a pity that he got away."
"However," he couldn't help but smile, "I cast a tracking spell on him."
He wanted to laugh at the thought that he could find Raylord and scare him wherever he was.
Vifiya nodded: "Well, thank you for today as well."
Kaharun waved his hand: "Not really, it's so much fun at the Marquis's Mansion today, I just like to join in the fun."
Vifiya calculated the time and it was about time.
Kaharun followed her footsteps. There were obvious signs of fighting in the underground hall not far ahead, and there was also the smell of rust.
Kaharun casually cast an invisibility spell on Vifiya, and the two of them swaggered back to the basement hall and watched the scene in front of them.
The Marquis' hair was disheveled and there was a trail of blood under his body. He tried his best to crawl towards another passage he was familiar with. He knew that as long as he could crawl to that place, he would still have a chance to turn the situation around and tear Vifiya into pieces!
But would he really tear her to pieces? The Marquis's fingertips trembled, and his gaze forward was faintly mad. She was really... too perfect! She deserved the name Kesley! That's what Kesley was all about! Desperately destroying all obstacles that might arise, using everyone to get what he wanted!
His father, the previous Marquis, also taught him the same way, but unfortunately he could never be as good as his brother. He was jealous of his brother, even though his brother was not like Casely at that time, he was too good to him, so he killed his brother, and he became the sole heir to the Marquis of Casely's Mansion.
Later, he taught Vahorian in the same way. He thought he was teaching well, but in the end he found that Vephia did better than his eldest son, much better.
What a wonderful coincidence, the eldest son and the second son, no, the second daughter. The only pity is that Vifia is just a girl.
A woman, no woman ever could be a marquis.
Even the first woman to become heir to the Heihefu family died due to many schemes.
There are never exceptions.
The torches in the basement hall flickered, and in the flickering flames, the Marquis saw a familiar figure approaching from a distance.
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