Chapter 61 A Mistake
He didn't bother to observe the long, thin instrument, and raised his glass to the beauty: "Cheers, I toast you a glass--"
Boom! A flash of electricity flashed through her consciousness, and Melia suddenly opened her eyes.
Grapevines, his family's vineyard... Why didn't he just die sooner? Melia covered her eyes in agony. If only she could rewind to morning, she'd never leave home!
"Don't you like the hustle and bustle now? You used to clamor to go hunting... Melia, what's wrong with you?" Titus hadn't sat down yet when he turned his head and saw beads of sweat on the guest's face, and his legs were still twisting outward.
"I, I - ah, it hurts so much, I feel so bad!" Melia suddenly had an idea and bit the tip of her tongue hard, tears immediately forced out.
She rolled to the ground, holding her head tightly: "My head hurts! My head hurts--"
"Miss! Miss?! Your Highness, please call the witch doctor!" Taffy hugged his young lady and placed her head flat on his knees.
A witch doctor? This is a manor outside the city, where would a witch doctor come from? Titus was irritated, but he had to remain polite. "Someone, take Miss Melia inside to rest. Go to the guest room on the far right, so she won't be disturbed by the other guests."
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling. The slave girls trotted forward, each lifting one side. In the end, it was Taffy who was the strongest and carried Melia inside.
They walked down the hallway, skipping the bathroom and making a long detour to the guest room on the right.
This room is quite far from the main hall and other guest rooms, with a long corridor leading to it. I don't know what it's used for. The walls look thick, so the soundproofing should be good. Perhaps there are even a few secret rooms here.
The slave girls opened the door and stared at Melia without blinking: "Miss, if you feel better..."
"No! I have a headache—it hurts so much!!" She covered her face and shielded her cold eyes.
"yes……"
The maids found nothing suspicious, so they closed the door, locked it with a click, and walked down the stairs in small steps.
When the footsteps faded away, Melia, who had just been lying half-dead on the bed, flipped over and stood up: "Taffy, hurry up, let's go."
"Miss, your head..."
"It doesn't hurt, I was just pretending. I can't stay in this rotten place for even a second!"
She lowered her voice and uttered a few "Puh-Puh" sounds, then pressed her ear to the door. There seemed to be footsteps not far away, probably the guards on patrol. Hum, that's right. No matter how foolish Titus was, he was still the Second Prince. There were indeed many armed slaves in the manor.
Melia withdrew her ears, waved to Taffy, and pointed to the window, indicating that she should climb out from there.
Titus's estate isn't within Shadow Rome, but it's nestled against the barren hills outside Muala's estate. The barren hills are where Shadow Rome's gold mines are located, and you can return to Shadow Rome by going through the archway in the hills.
As long as she sets foot on Shadow Rome, it will be useless for Titus's pursuers to chase her across half the world.
Taffy obediently followed to the window sill, half-knelt down and placed both hands on Melia's feet: "Miss, please be careful."
"It's okay, a one-story fall won't kill you." She slowly clung to the wooden frame, preparing to flip out with her two feet in front and behind. She swung her left foot hard, and whoosh—the rattan sandal flew off her foot, drawing a perfect parabola and hitting the person below.
"Who?" Elena covered her head, looking up with a malicious look. Besides Melia, who else would dare to tease her like this? She'd catch them and give them a beating. Uh, that guy peeking up there...wasn't that Melia?!
"Meliya?"
"Elena~Wa ...
Melia waved her hands vigorously, and then realized that both hands had left the door frame and were falling freely like her shoes.
A few seconds later, the girl lay in Elena's arms with her eyes covered like a quail, and half of her skirt fluttered in the wind in Taffy's hand.
"What the hell are you doing?" Elena repeatedly reminded herself not to get angry or argue with her. "The juggling troupe Titus hired needs a lead actor?"
"No...I'm actually here as a guest."
"Yes, me too, what a coincidence." Elena stood up with Melia in her arms in annoyance, and took off her shawl to cover the half of her skirt that was leaking air.
"Hehe~" A smile naturally rose to her face. As soon as she saw Elena, all her anger and tension were swept away. She even had the leisure to observe the nearby plants and consider whether to have roast pork or roast duck for dinner.
Escape? Titus's trap? Drizzle~
"What are you laughing at? You look so happy." Elena couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch her cheek. Her hand felt soft, and there seemed to be some faint fragrance lingering on her fingertips.
"Nothing~ Wait, can you please not leave me today?"
Melia stood on tiptoe and gently rubbed her shoulder. "Seriously, Titus invited me here... to propose to me."
"What? A proposal!"
Bitter emotions instantly flooded her heart, and Elena couldn't see her own stern expression: "Oh, he really dares to think that."
"No way~ He's proposing on behalf of his younger brother. Old Fourteen~"
"Get him out." As soon as the words came out, Elena realized something was wrong: he had clearly helped her calculate in private, and relatively speaking, Titus was a good marriage candidate.
He is handsome, reckless and stupid enough, but he is nice to his own people and can be coaxed into coming.
As for the fourteenth brother Eruno, he is even better. That guy has liked Melia since he was a child. He and her... and her before are like-minded, so they can be said to be a perfect match.
But no matter how I calculated it, the irritation in my heart was about to burst out, and I didn't regret my answer at all. Congratulations? How could it be possible?
"Okay, let him go~" A sweet and coquettish voice came from my ear: "Let's sleep in the same room tonight, okay?"
A room, a room, a room... tonight.
Elena shook the echo in her head, her eyes glancing over Melia's foxy smile. Even if she asked herself a thousand times, "Do I still hate her?" she probably wouldn't get a definitive answer.
Even the hatred in my memory was so vague that only childish arguments remained. Melia caught a dead mouse and put it in her closet? How could she care less about personal hygiene and walk around with a dead mouse in her arms?
My mother used to hold a non-existent fairy tale book and tell stories non-stop during her free and boring days.
When she rebelled and asked her mother, "What's the use of love? How can it defeat magic?", her mother replied innocently, "Love? Love is the most powerful magic. The witch fell in love with the hero, so her magic failed."
She once thought that this answer was just an excuse made up by her mother because she couldn't remember the true ending. The beginning of the story tells about the practice of the forest witch. The witch clearly sealed her heart in ice and claimed that no one could touch her soul.
She secretly vowed that for the sake of power and that position, she didn't need any "normal happiness." Love, marriage, raising children, and the enduring love of life were all just "magic" designed to twist countless people into families.
She wouldn't fall for it, ever.
If the marriage contract for alliance is so bad, then the mere physical pleasure is not worth mentioning.
But...what if it was Melia? What if it was the Melia in front of me?
The adopted child will definitely have to live with Melia, and then he'll be called—No, what am I thinking?!
Elena raised her head suddenly. Melia was looking at her worriedly. "Are you okay? Does your head hurt? Did you have an upset stomach?"
"...I'm fine. Are you sure you want to stay with me tonight?" His sea-blue eyes were still as clear as ever, but his pupils gradually became upright, becoming more like those of a dragon.
"Hey, great~" Melia threw herself into her arms and said, "What's the deal?"
"Yeah." I could feel the warm breath beside my ears without turning around, and my earlobes felt slightly warm.
Hahaha, with Elena here, what can Titus do to me? What can he do to me? Melia fluttered around her like a little butterfly. They walked slowly along the path until the sun set and the silvery-white moon appeared.
"Come on, it's time for dinner."
"Okay~"
Melia happily took two steps with Elena in her arm, then suddenly stopped. "No, Titus is a cunning fellow. He dared to put something in the wine, so why wouldn't he dare do it a second time?"
He had already taken a drink, so there must be a way to avoid the others. If he were to toast in public, he could use some special delayed-action potion... Ugh!
If I really got caught, I'd have to spend a whole day with Titus, unable to go back, and Elena would misunderstand me as a volunteer. Just thinking about it makes me cringe.
Melia's face turned pale as she tugged at the corner of her clothes while thinking, "Elena, I, my stomach hurts. I'm going to my room to rest for a while. Just bring me some soup..."
"What about the barbecue?"
"I want meat pie, grilled meatballs, and steak! If you have roast duck, give me half of it, thank you~"
"...Do you want to eat fruit?"
"eat!"
Isn't she in great spirits? Elena touched her head helplessly: "I see, you go back to sleep first. Taffy, hold your lady tight."
"yes."
Elena took a few steps toward the building, turned around, and looked into each other's eyes with Melia at the same time.
"Heh." She raised her hand and waved. The other person stood on tiptoe and waved his hands vigorously. His mood suddenly lifted, and even his steps became lighter.
I'm really looking forward to it—just looking forward to tonight.
…
Titus sat in the main seat. He could not quite follow Antonio's topic and could only smile politely.
A slave girl came over and whispered carefully in his ear, "Miss Melia has returned to her room."
He nodded silently: Headache? I knew you were just trying to fool me. Why would you run around outside all afternoon if you have a headache?
The slave girl quietly blended into the crowd behind him, and Titus, pretending to listen, barely managed to hold out for half an hour. Once everyone had begun to enjoy the food before them, he naturally excused himself, leaving his brother and his followers to entertain the guests.
Snap, snap, snap!
As they reached the corridor, Titus's steps grew heavier. Damn Melia! She must have known the news in advance, and she still dared to look down on my brother?!
"Bring the wine over, and I'll talk to her myself."
"Yes." The slave girls carried trays one by one, bringing silver cups to him. After such a short walk, he had already reached Melia's door.
"You guys go out first, and don't disturb me no matter how she calls."
"yes."
The slaves all knew what was going to happen, so they retreated outside without daring to make a sound. Unless their master called them, no one would dare to make them move.
Titus finally confirmed the room's location: it was on the far right, far away from the other rooms, very convenient.
He knocked on the door and asked in the gentlest tone: "Meliya, are you in there?"
"I'm here~"
The response from the other side was also very gentle, which made him feel much better: If Melia had always been so sensible, he and his brother would not mind being nicer to her and the child.
Click, the door opened, and a fishy and sweet smell hit me in the face——
Melia slammed the door shut and dropped the towel from her face. "Haha, you're the only one who has a potion? Try mine!"
Unfortunately, Sura's magic potion only has a guiding effect. If you don't follow, she can't give orders, otherwise she will definitely order this guy to take a bath upside down in the pit!
"You're lucky~" Melia shook her finger and happily turned back into the quilt.
"Miss, aren't we going to run away now?"
"No, wait for Elena first."
She yawned and slowly closed her eyes.
…
Why would Titus leave so early? He'd been so long, so he definitely wasn't going to the bathroom.
The more Elena thought about it, the more worried she became. She simply chose a seat at the outermost corner, where she didn't have to say goodbye to anyone. She stood up, adjusted her sword, and walked back the way he had left.
Snap, snap, snap.
The slippers tapped excitedly on the floor.
Titus rushed through the corridor alone, and Melia's charming figure flashed before his eyes: Hey, is she still holding the musical instrument?
He didn't bother to observe the long and thin instrument, and raised his glass to the beauty: "Cheers, I toast you a glass -"
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