Chapter 48 Suffocating Sea
◎ Fingers grasped a handful of petals, the pink color reflecting a rich crimson in the hazy water light.◎
Rustle—the only sound in the corridor was the sound of air blowing.
[Blood revenge] has always occupied the moral high ground in any era: What a joke, you burned my sister's face, and now I come here to take revenge, it's only right!
Besides, it was the Roman monarchy period, and the duels of later generations were just left over from our ancestors... No matter how famous the Law of the Bronze Tables was, there were still murderers who deserved to die in the wild.
"Well, Lady Melia. You have inherited the wealth of Lord Muala. Are you afraid of losing your life?"
The scene was completely silent, especially Ilitta and the others, whose eyes sparkled and they wished they could hug a watermelon and chew on it: Hera, Zeus, and Athena have finally opened their eyes, someone is finally going to beat Melia up~ I bet five gold coins, let's fight, let's fight!
Under the silent encouragement of the crowd, Oros raised his whip high. "You are our most skilled slave rider. I heard you bought a lot of gladiators? Great, let's go to the arena..."
Snap! The whip swung into the air, and a round stool came crashing down.
"Oh oh oh oh, Melia moved, she moved!" Ilit jumped up excitedly.
Antonio's eyes widened: the girl who had been quietly lowering her head just now suddenly attacked, picked up a chair from the side of the couch and threw it at him.
Snap! The whip, meant for the slave, caught on the chair leg, and Euros lost his balance, falling to the carpet. Landing shoulder-first, he tumbled twice before finally stopping on the steps.
"Ugh... Melia, you actually, you actually dared to hurt a noble!" Oros, holding his arm, staggered to his feet, glaring at them with resentment. Even Marcus, standing in the distance, looked away uncomfortably.
Melia put the stool aside and said, "Your name is Oros, right?"
"If you keep pretending, you will forget me"
"Yes, I forgot, whether it was you or your sister."
"You—"
Just as Oros was about to attack, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs. He looked down and saw a strange girl, laughing and retracting her fist. "Be polite, Roman."
This tone... Is this a Greek delegation? No, judging by their attire and appearance, they look a bit like nomads. Not much decoration, slaves? Impossible, Melia is not a royal family, and armed slaves are not allowed near here.
"Sunny, don't do anything yet. Oros, our business is not settled yet." Melia waved her hand helplessly, asking the overly active girl to come back quickly.
Alas, it’s a good thing that Taffy is not here, otherwise he would be executed for offending the nobles in front of the guests.
"What treatment? Can you heal my sister's face?" Odos got up angrily. Sonny had already stood aside, but the guards came over and gently pressed his shoulders.
"I need to find out what happened first." Melia raised a hand sincerely and put it to her ear: "I swear to Minerva, since I fell into the water, I have lost all my memories before that."
"What do you mean by falling into the water..." A sarcastic expression froze on her face. She was talking about [amnesia]. Not remembering the truth of falling into the water was also part of amnesia, and there was nothing wrong with it.
He raised his head and secretly checked the expressions of the guests. The prince was already very dissatisfied. If he continued to argue forcefully, he would probably be dragged out by the guards and would not achieve his goal.
So Oros temporarily suppressed the hatred in his heart and sneered, "My sister was at your birthday party, and you two agreed that the winner would get the other's jewelry. To win, you set my sister's hair on fire!"
Hearing this, it was Ilitte who got angry: "Hey, wait a minute, I was there too. I remember it was your sister who used the candlestick to light people for fun first..."
"Bah!" Oros's face flushed red again. "How can my sister be as vicious as her! My sister used the candlestick to light the slaves below, and she lit my sister! How can it be the same?!"
"That's true..."
"I see."
Melia suddenly spoke, and the others fell silent, waiting for her to apologize or deny it. After all, she could even say something like "amnesia," so there was no question of decency.
She folded her hands and said solemnly, "Meliya was guilty of the same crime as her that day and should receive the same punishment. I am guilty, and she deserves it too. I deserve to be pushed into the water and drowned, and she deserves to be burned by her hair. From now on, I will regularly donate to truly innocent people, and I hope your sister will also do more good deeds and accumulate virtue."
What, what are you talking about?
The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment: "If you hurt the enemy by a thousand, you hurt yourself by a thousand. You deserve to die if you call others worthy of death?" Someone whispered, "Meliya really donated schools and property to the temple..."
Everyone's expressions became even more strange: Did he lose his memory and get fooled by the temple?
But they did not hate Melia for who she was. In the past, they would have seen her excitedly playing slave polo, causing chaos in the hunting grounds, which might even have caught fire, embarrassing herself in front of the Greeks.
Besides… the word "deserved it" is quite accurate. Neither of them is a good person. There are countless cases of burning people and cheating. It's just dog-eat-dog, so why should they care?
Oros's face turned pale and blue. He was stunned for a long time before he shook off the guards and rushed towards her: "You deserve it?! I want to fight you, I want to fight you--"
It's really outrageous.
Elena came out from behind the pillar, but before she could draw her sword, Melia had already slipped behind her with only half of her head showing like a kitten.
"Enough, Oros, you are so rude!" Marcus' voice rang out, and the guards received a clear signal and immediately dragged Oros out of the corridor.
Huff, huff.
Oros struggled hard and finally collapsed in exhaustion. The onlookers were finally satisfied: "Ah, it's finally over."
After they had finished their feast, they reached out to the grilled steaks and fine wine, ready to start the next round of enjoyment. No one noticed the slave left behind by Oros, the one covered in whip marks and serving as a mount.
Except Melia.
She poked her head out from behind Elena and looked at the slave lying on the ground. "How pitiful! He was being ridden here for revenge." The scars on his body might even be from previous burns.
I have to find a chance to treat him, or at least keep some medicine for his wounds... Uh, what is he doing?
The slave slowly arched his back and retreated toward the edge of the corridor. It was natural for him to want to withdraw and rejoin his master. However, a strange unease rose within him.
The direction was not right; Oros was lying further to the right. But what was the point of such a move? Both she and Antonio were further inside.
[What does it have to do with us whether the rose trellis falls or not? ]
Rose stand? Where is the rose stand? Melia looked around. There were quite a few vases, whether it was lotus, water lilies or carefully cultivated roses... A petal fluttered from her hair and fell into her palm.
When did you get flower petals in your hair?
She unconsciously tilted her head back, her pupils constricting violently: Rose trellises… the entire "roof" was a rose trellis! This corridor was shaped like a U-shaped Chinese character, framed by marble columns on the outside, but within was an intricately carved wooden trellis. Layer upon layer of petals covered it, no wonder the rich fragrance filled the air wherever she walked.
Pink, white, golden yellow, the eye-catching colors are vibrant and rush towards you.
"careful--"
Screams pierced the air, and her mind tried to flee, yet her body remained rooted to the spot. Melia and the others only stared up at the falling sea of flowers, suffocating.
[How could there be so many? Which slave is responsible?!] Marcus stood outside the sea of flowers, his mouth hanging open in shock: It shouldn't be able to hold so many petals, so many... lethal petals!
Melia desperately found that she only had enough time to make one last call when a figure suddenly flashed by her side.
Long golden hair brushed against her cheek, there was no conversation, only a brief contact.
The wrist was grasped tightly, then slid to the waist and thrown out in an arc like a shot put, hitting hard on a haystack not far away.
"Pooh, pooh, pooh!" Melia spat out the straw in her mouth, turned around quickly, and then fell to the ground.
It turns out that a sea of flowers...can also be a suffocating dead sea.
Countless petals covered every inch of the corridor, sealing the narrow space into a solidified cube.
So that's how it is. Using the architectural design, as long as the loose pillar in the middle falls down, the hidden petals will surge in from all directions and completely seal off the people standing underneath.
Melia felt a chill in her heart and her ears seemed unable to hear any sound.
"Why... did you come back to save me?"
There's no reason, right? The heroine won't die. Elena clearly... hates me. Her fingers gathered a handful of petals, their pink color reflecting a rich crimson in the hazy water.
"Your name is Melia, are you okay?" Antonio walked tentatively to her side.
He had just heard a scream and rushed out based on his instinct. Although he almost bumped into someone running back in the corner, he was still successfully rescued.
The girl in front of him was his savior, and he had to repay her well.
"Sword, give me the sword." Melia seemed to have heard nothing and just stretched out her hand to ask for the sword he carried with him.
Do you need digging tools? After all, only distinguished guests can wear swords here. Antonio undid the buckle and offered the sword with both hands.
And then—the burning blood dyed the entire field of vision red.
"What's going on..." The mask of politeness was finally shattered. He widened his eyes and fumbled to get back the sword that was winding in the crimson.
Pasha, pasha, a hand broke free from the nearby sea of flowers, covered with hard scales. These scales melted in the light and turned back into soft skin.
"Huh~ I almost died in there. What a good trap." Elena slowly stood up and looked in the direction she had just thrown the ball. "Meliya, you still..."
Okay?
The author has something to say:
The assassination method described in this chapter may sound ridiculous, but it actually happened in history. The horrific scene of "crushing guests under flower petals for fun" was even painted into a world-famous painting and passed down through the ages... Reality is even stranger than fiction (sweat wipe).
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