Chapter 78 Brother, you are guilty. He thought "Vifiya" didn't know...
“Swish!”
Vefiya easily peeled off Valhorian's hand, drew his sword, and stepped back.
Vaholian was secretly shocked and couldn't help but take half a step forward.
Vefiya stared at the sword before her. The candlelight reflected off the blade, and she looked at him meaningfully, "This is the sword you'll use."
Vaholian retracted his foot and stood still again, his expression unchanged. "Vefiya, do you know what you are saying?"
"I know."
Her answer was so straightforward that it made Vaholian hesitate. Did she really know, or was she trying to trick him? The look in her eyes in the meeting room that morning...
"Vefiya," he said, kindly advising his naughty sister like a true brother, "everything must have evidence."
Vifiya raised her eyes and stared at him with a smile, as if she wanted to see through him. She turned around and walked to the table and picked up the kettle.
The scalding hot tea was poured onto the cold sword, and the spot where the Marquis's blood had been splashed slowly began to turn a faint blue.
"Father has a little habit, brother should know." Vifiya raised her eyes leisurely and saw that Vaholian was still looking at her calmly. "Father likes to eat a rare bean called Yimi. It's fine if it's cooked, but if it's eaten raw for a long time, it will leave a tiny bit of something in the blood. You know, Father likes to eat it raw."
She looked at the green part of the sword with a half-smile. "Look, this is what happens when blood meets a sword and then hot tea."
Valholian froze instantly, because anyone who knew the Marquis knew about this little habit of his. Moreover, no one could take his sword, at least before the Marquis died. It was just...
His eyes remained calm: "Vifiya, I told you not to read books randomly."
Vifiya smiled slightly. Sure enough, she was a little more difficult to deal with than Stellan. She said, "No, brother, I saw it in the library at the mansion. Let me think... The title should be "Different Knowledge About Plants". It's on page 137. Brother, you remember it, right? I wanted you to read this book to me when I was a child."
Yes, he had an impression of the book. Little [Vefiya], who had been looking forward to family affection, had come to him in the garden with the book and wanted to read it with him.
How did he respond to her at that time? What did he do? It was too long ago, and he could no longer remember, but it didn't matter...
"My brother tore the book." Vifiya suddenly spoke, recalling the scene deep in her memory. No, it should be Vifiya's memory. Vifiya remembered it all, so she remembered it too.
Vifiya smiled softly. "Although my brother didn't tear up all the books, he did hit me on the head with a book and told Father that I was the one who tore them up." She tilted her head and stared at him with a gentle smile, yet a venomous one. The candlelight flickered in her crimson eyes. "Father just happened to be in a bad mood that day."
It is easy to imagine what happened next. She was dragged to the basement by the Marquis and beaten.
Vaholian saw her being dragged away by the Marquis. He ignored little [Vifiya]'s call for help and walked away from her without looking back.
It's just a book. With the assets of the Caseley family, it's just one book. It would be easy to buy another batch of exactly the same books.
"Brother." Those red eyes seemed to burn Vaholian to ashes. He heard her say, "Actually, the person father wanted to beat that day was you, right?"
Under such a gaze, Vaholian felt fear in his sister for the first time.
His eyes fell on the green color of the sword, and he did what he thought was irrational. He wanted to snatch the sword!
The green color turned a corner in front of him and almost hit his eyes. He raised his eyes slightly and saw the pair of red gems again.
"Brother, don't be anxious, just listen to me."
He saw Vifiya smiling and telling the story as if she was telling a story.
"My brother, in order to secure his father's position, did not hesitate to attack during our mother's funeral. He first assaulted our father in his study, then chased him into a secret passage, witnessed his disgrace, and then dealt him the final blow. Now he's trying to make it look like someone else killed him."
Vaholian felt his heart was about to burst out. He feigned calmness and said, "Is this your guess? To get rid of me and remove the obstacles?"
Vifia shook her head. She looked directly at Valhorian and said helplessly, "This is the truth, isn't it?"
As if to laugh at him, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Brother also said that no matter what, there must be evidence. If the sword is not enough, I still have more."
Valhorian was stunned by her extremely confident look. Did she really know? But he knew that he had indeed killed the Marquis, but it was only the final blow. When he saw the Marquis, he was already seriously injured.
At this time, he realized that something was wrong. How did Vifiya know?
She stared at him and said word by word: "Someone saw you kill father and brother."
She tilted her head and smiled, "Why else do you think I came?"
"Brother, don't worry, I won't torture you like my father tortured Stellan."
As the words fell softly, the door suddenly opened, and the knights entered one after another and surrounded Valhorian tightly.
Barron stepped forward and bowed his head respectfully: "Miss."
Vifiya handed him the sword and slowly walked to the bench and sat down. "Just now we were just catching up. Now we get down to business."
A knight took out a pen and paper and ran to Vifiya: "Miss, I am ready."
Vifiya nodded and looked at Marin who was walking over, and the old retainer who was representing the family.
Vaholian glanced around calmly, and finally set his sights on Vifiya again. She was really prepared for anything.
Vifiya looked at Marlene and said, "Tell me everything you saw."
Marlene lowered her head, twisting her apron between her fingers, not daring to look at anyone in the room. She timidly replied, "Okay, okay, miss."
"I... this is my first time here... in the Marquis's Mansion in Seronil. Because... because I'm so excited, so... so I..." Marlene's voice gradually lowered, and she clenched her hands, "So I want to walk around..."
"As a result..." Her voice was filled with tears, "As a result... I accidentally got lost, I... I..."
She suddenly raised her head and asked Weifeiya crying, "Miss, Miss, will you think I am derelict in my duty and too stupid and fire me?"
Everyone's eyes turned to Vifiya, who smiled faintly: "Marin, it was your break time. You didn't neglect your duty."
"Really? Really?" Marlene smiled hopefully, wiping away her tears. "That's great! It's really great!"
"Oh! Oh, right!" As if she suddenly remembered why she was here, she spoke again, "I got lost. I kept walking and walking inside until I came to a very empty place. I... I saw..."
She covered her mouth, her eyes filled with fear: "I...I saw the Marquis covered in blood, he, he kept crawling."
Marlene couldn't stop trembling. She looked at Vifiya, trying to get some courage from her eyes: "My lord... your body is covered in blood... all blood... I saw... saw..."
She looked stiffly in the direction of Valhorian. Seeing his slightly suspicious and scrutinizing gaze, she couldn't help but take a few steps back in fear. She clutched her collar with both hands, afraid that tears would flow down her face. "Master Valhorian...Master...killed the master."
Her trembling finger pointed at the sword that belonged to Valhorian, which was already in Barron's hand. "Yes, this one."
After saying that, she couldn't help but squat down and hug herself, her whole body trembling.
Vifia's gaze shifted from Marlene to Vaholian: "Brother, do you have anything to say?"
Vaholian steadied his breathing. There should have been no one around at that time.
"I didn't even leave my room that day. And how dare a timid maid run around in a noble's mansion?"
Upon hearing this, Vifiya's expression remained unchanged: "Yes, brother, you are right. I have also asked Marlene this question."
She glanced at Marlene, who had already lost herself in her own world. "Look, she's too scared to speak. Let me answer for her."
She raised her eyes and stared at Vaholian, saying, "Because when she was a child she had a good friend who often played adventure games with her. They agreed that every time they went to a new place, they would go on an adventure. As for my brother...brother, can anyone prove that you didn't leave the room?"
"And my brother's sword." She couldn't help laughing. "You couldn't have given it to someone else yourself, could you?"
Everyone in the Marquis's mansion knew that only Valhoryan himself touched the sword.
There were witnesses and physical evidence, but Vifiya knew that he would not plead guilty easily.
"Why would I kill my father on such a conspicuous day?"
Facing the question he expected, Vifiya tilted her head and said, "That's a question for my brother. Why did you kill my father on such a conspicuous day?"
"Brother, do you know Rujin?"
Not only did she want to nail him to the crime of patricide and ruin his reputation, she also wanted the Marquis to bear the infamy.
She was very fair. She couldn't just let the Marquis have nothing to do with anything because he was dead.
The topic changed so quickly that Vaholian remained silent.
Vifiya raised her fingertips and moved them slightly, then she restrained her expression and said seriously, "Brother, you are guilty."
Several knights responded and stepped forward to control the struggling Valhorian, kicking off his legs and forcing him to kneel down.
His usually calm face couldn't help but turn red. This was really humiliating for him, kneeling down to Vifiya, kneeling down in such a situation.
"Vifiya!" Before he could finish his words, his expression changed completely when he looked up and saw the scene in front of him.
Impossible! He was filled with shock. How could there be...this thing...
Vifiya admired the change in his expression with pleasure.
The noble young master who was so noble and high-ranking yesterday has become a sinner who fell into the quagmire today.
No, that's not right. He was already in the quagmire. It was because he was in the quagmire that he couldn't help but push [Vifiya] into a deeper abyss.
He found a strange joy in appreciating the suffering of others who were more unfortunate than himself.
Every time after Vifiya was beaten by the Marquis, he would go to watch Vifiya covered in blood.
He thought he had hidden it well, he thought [Vefiya] didn't know.
Vifiya knew because on that day, her brother wrongly accused her of tearing up the book and she was whipped and hung in the air by the Marquis. When she opened her eyes slightly despite the severe pain, she saw her brother.
Her brother, who never showed any emotion on his face, now looked crazy as he admired the injuries on her body bit by bit.
He was taking pleasure in her pain.
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