Chapter 79 For Kesley, Please Kill Yourself
The whole room fell into silence, and everyone stared at what Vifiya took out in surprise.
A small transparent stone silently reflected a scene that had already happened out of thin air - Valhorian raised his sword to kill the Marquis.
Although the picture is short, it is enough for everyone to see and understand.
"My lady," the old retainer said in a stammering voice. Although he was in disbelief, he managed to calmly ask, "What is this?"
Vifia glanced at him and asked lightly, "Lord Carrington, did you know that your father brought back a magician?"
There was a sudden commotion in the room, and everyone looked at each other. Everyone knew what this meant. No one knew about this, which meant that even the royal family might not know.
Earl Carrington looked exactly as Vifia remembered him. He quickly regained his composure and stepped forward to greet her. "Miss, may I ask where the magician is now?"
Vifiya understood what he meant. He thought that if the magician was still alive, handing the magician over to the royal family with some lies might reduce the royal family's accountability to the Kesley family.
It's a pity that now Vifiya may not let the royal family hold the Caseley family too accountable, but she will bring disgrace to the Marquis, and there is no conflict.
"He's gone," Vefia replied, stroking the transparent stone in her hand. "I found this stone while searching a while ago. It must be something the magician left behind."
There was a hint of teasing in her eyes as she looked down at Vahorian nonchalantly, looking unwilling to accept the result. "Brother, now you should be alright, right?"
Even at this point, Vaholian showed no other emotions except unwillingness and his recent loss of composure. Only now did he truly get to know his sister again.
He was tricked by her.
When did it all start?
Of course, Vifiya would not tell him when it started. Anyway, she won, and there was no need for her to explain to a loser how she did it.
"You were the one who put that map there." Faced with his firm words, Vifiya did not say a word.
He closed his eyes. There was no need for him to deny that he had killed the Marquis. He did not regret killing the Marquis. After all, this option was also within his plans for the future.
His only regret was that he had misjudged Vifiya.
He always thought that the only threat to him was Stellan, but in the end, Vifiya took advantage of him.
The fruit that was within his reach was picked up in the blink of an eye by the person he thought was the most unlikely person.
How could he possibly be willing?
He thought he was in the plan, but it turned out that he was already in someone else's plan.
However, he could not deny that it was true that he killed the Marquis, and it was also true that the Marquis was seriously injured when he saw him.
"When I saw my father, he was almost dead." He stared at Vifiya. Since it was her who set the trap, it was most likely her who hurt the Marquis.
"Ah? Didn't you do that?" Letixia, who had come into the room at some point, suddenly spoke.
Vaholian frowned. The other party was obviously not friendly, and what was even more difficult to solve was their identity.
"We all saw it." Balkas sat next to Leticia, and the two looked at him leisurely.
In the conference hall, Vaholian thought that Letisha suddenly spoke for Vifia just because the nobles offended her. Now it seems that they had been in touch for a long time.
How did she manage to work with them?
His eyes moved back and forth between the three of them, and he had to admit that he had really fallen into Vifiya's trap, a trap from which he could not escape. She had prepared everything for him.
"If you saw it, why didn't you stop me?"
The only response he got was: "Why should we stop you?"
He still refused to give up: "If I remember correctly, Miss Osa was also here, right?"
"I'm just Miss Letitia's witness. As for the others, what does that have to do with me?" Osa pushed open the door and walked in slowly. She changed the subject, "Master Vaholian, you know exactly who was present."
A few words pushed him to the edge of the cliff again.
He suddenly realized that all of this had been calculated by Vifiya.
He is guilty, he cannot escape the blame, and he cannot drag her down this time.
This was the crime she arranged for him.
She even approached two other noble families for this purpose, and managed to align their goals so that they would lie and testify in order to pin him on the charge of patricide.
A sword and a servant's words could still give them a chance to turn the tables, and a magic tool could make it impossible for him to refute them. Who on either side of the noble forces would be so ignorant as to question their words?
After an unknown amount of time, Weifeiya only heard him say softly, "Why would I do this in front of them?"
Hearing this, Vifiya couldn't help but sneer: "That's what I need to ask you, brother, why did you do such a stupid thing?"
He raised his head, and his face finally showed other emotions. He stared at her angrily: "Vifiya! You are really great!"
Under her half-smile, he couldn't hide his shock. She was also responsible for Stellan's matricide.
All of them were deceived.
Leticia patted her clothes, pulled up Balkas's clothes and walked out: "Okay, you guys, Caisli, take care of yourselves."
Whether it is resolved internally or reported to the royal family, it has nothing to do with them, Haihefu.
Vifia looked at the knight who was recording furiously: "Is it done?"
The knight stopped writing and nodded, and she gestured for him to step aside for the moment.
Her eyes fell on Earl Carrington. She had another reason for asking him to come. He was a trustworthy person. Or, if she was the Marquis, he was a trustworthy person.
Even though he always led the public opinion in questioning her in the meeting room, his loyalty to the Kesley family was real. He was also a strange old man.
Although the Carrington family has the title of earl, they have no territory. They have been vassals of Caseley for generations and are loyal to Caseley's madness.
Therefore, no matter who finally sits on the position of Marquis, as long as he is crazy enough, they will have no complaints.
With the support of the Carrington family, it would be easy to deal with the other wavering families.
It is also because of the need for loyalty from families like this, where they are not loyal to a certain person, that it allows things like the Kesley family suddenly taking over Seronil like she did, just like the Marquis killed his brother and was able to quickly take over the position of heir.
Losers are losers. The losers are not worthy of their loyalty. What crime they committed? How many injustices they suffered? It doesn't matter.
Even the death of the Marquis was not something they felt too sorry for. It was because he was too weak and could not match the madness of his own child. He stepped into a trap and died miserably.
Lord Carrington understood what she meant. He took a few steps forward, walked in front of Valhorian, and bowed deeply.
What method can better protect Kesley's interests?
"For Kesley, please commit suicide."
Unlike Earl Carrington, Vifia's purpose was to reduce the trouble caused by the royal family's personal intervention in this matter, but she could not reveal her true purpose.
She wanted to make Vaholian feel that she was also doing this for the benefit of Kesley. She was about to become a marquis, so he would naturally care about her own interests.
"Brother, you won't let Kesley down, right?" Vifiya stood up and looked down at him condescendingly.
Of course, the child taught by the Marquis himself would care about Caseley, but that was not enough. To make him commit suicide, to commit suicide willingly, that alone was not enough.
Vifiya waved her hand, signaling everyone to move aside.
Earl Carrington obeyed and took many steps back. The knights who had their swords on Valhorian's neck retracted their swords, tied his hands and feet, and retreated as well. Soon, there was a large empty area around them, with only Vifia and Valhorian left.
Vaholian didn't move. Vifiya squatted down in front of him, and the eyes of both of them were surprisingly calm.
"Are you unhappy?" It was Vaholian who spoke first.
"Happy." Vifia answered without hesitation. She reached out and helped him to straighten out his hair which was messed up by the movements of the struggling knights.
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time, so of course I'm happy." He stepped on all of them, over and over again, until [Vifiya] finally let go, finally let it go, and finally healed herself.
She had waited for this day for a long time.
Vifiya stared into his amber eyes and spoke again without warning: "Brother didn't look at me like this before."
Vaholian was stunned, as if wondering why she asked that. He had already figured out that no matter how angry he was, it wouldn't change the facts. Instead, he returned to his old self and said calmly, "I've always seen you this way."
It didn't matter how many more sins she wanted to accuse him of, because the end result would be the same anyway, but he felt a little unhappy when he thought that he also had to bear her sins.
"Really?" Vifia asked again, as if chatting casually. "Really?"
Under Vaholian's gaze, he watched Vifiya gradually approach him, her head seemed to rest lightly on his shoulder, as if they were really a pair of good siblings.
Then, she whispered something, something only he could hear, and he froze instantly.
When he slowly came to his senses, Vifiya had already untied all the ropes that tied him up.
Vifiya stood up and stepped back step by step, smiling gently, just like in his memory, because of the book he tore up, the little Vifiya who was beaten by the Marquis and left to go back by herself, limping towards him and smiling weakly at him.
The little [Vefiya] at that time had a warm and inclusive smile and she said, “It’s okay, I don’t blame you, brother.”
At the same time as the sound in my mind, the voice of Vifiya in front of me also rang out.
"Brother, will you disappoint me again?"
Will it? Valhorian stood up, he looked at her deeply, and under the posture of the knights waiting in a fierce battle, he passed Vifiya and walked towards Barron.
Barron did not stop him from taking his sword, and he was also prepared for Valhorian to counterattack at any time.
It's just that things went surprisingly smoothly.
Vifia heard the sound of the sword cutting through flesh behind her, and Valhorian's last words.
"Vefia, you'll never escape Kesley."
"Clang!" The long sword fell to the ground.
"It's okay, I don't blame you, brother."
After saying this, what was the look in little [Vifiya]'s eyes after passing by Vaholian?
Sharp, murderous, full of coldness and determination.
Just like Vifiya’s gaze now.
The most expensive ruby in Cyroneil, and also the strongest stone.
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