Chapter 7: Hatred
◎ She lifted the hem of her robe and stretched her slender left leg in front of Melia.◎
Who? Who do you want to kill?
The cat's head suddenly lifted up, its two claws digging into her skin: "Don't...do anything violent."
The voice became smaller and smaller, timid and guilty.
"Um?"
Elena arched her back slightly and let the cat rest on her shoulder. "You don't understand. She's a waste of air even when she's alive."
“…I can’t tell.”
"Oh."
After a short laugh, Elena's voice turned serious. "Her face is the only thing that's acceptable. "Ruthless" can't even describe her vulgar, violent, and brainless nature."
The kitten was silent for a moment, then cautiously nudged her shoulder. "Tell me, what did she do? Tell me...you'll feel better."
Then let me go, please!
Elena was stunned, then raised the corner of her lips: "Well... don't worry, she has wanted to deal with me since she was a child. Things like pushing people from behind, throwing things from high places, and sticking her foot in front of me during banquets. There was even one time when she hired 17 or 18 thugs..."
"Broken you?!"
He tapped his forehead hard with his fingers. "Impossible! Who am I? Humph... After I turned 14, she really didn't dare to do anything."
People always grow up. Even someone like Melia who relies on her father's status to do evil things will gradually understand who should not be touched.
No matter how unfavored a princess is, she is still a princess. As long as she has the king's approval, no one else can do anything to her.
Melia sniffed, trying to save her own life: "She's a bad person, but she didn't do anything wrong... She made mistakes, but they weren't fatal..."
It felt a bit shameful to say this. If the original owner were still alive, she would definitely curse him to death.
It’s a pity that it’s me who is in the shell now. I can’t die twice for an unfounded sin, bah.
Elena didn't doubt it, but patted her head comfortingly: "I understand. If it was just such a small matter, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to her."
Muala is dead, but anyone who has come into contact with Melia knows that she has courage but no brains.
Every organ in his body is rotten and festering, and he has no value other than money and background. He is to the point where he doesn't want to be dragged into a bad situation, and he finds being cannon fodder unlucky.
Marcus, who prides himself on being the perfect heir, would certainly dislike such pleasures.
The wealth and elder status left by Muala must be the "backup" valued by the powerful, rather than Melia who is difficult to control and can explode at any time.
"...What else has she done to you?!" Kitty's fur stood on end in fear. God bless you, every one of the guys who offended the heroine in this novel died a more miserable death than the last.
If I die in this woods, it will be the same ending as the original owner. It is hard to say whether "Rose Princess" will be revived by then!
Elena looked towards the small house not far away, a nostalgic look on her face.
She slowly opened her lips and said, "Before I was 14, my father didn't acknowledge me."
Caesar's attitude at that time was quite ambiguous.
Everyone knew that the blonde princess was the daughter of a slave girl, a descendant of a now-destroyed bloodline. Her deep blue eyes were a testament to her royal lineage.
She looked very much like Caesar, and the older they got the more alike they became, so there seemed no reason to question their blood relationship.
But Caesar had no shortage of children. The first princess alone had four children. It didn't matter whether he recognized the slave girl's children or not.
In this way, the slave girl's child grew up silently in the palace.
Caesar's power protected her to some extent. Too many people looked up to the powerful king, and few would bully the king's descendants.
...Except for brainless guys like Melia.
And there are some bastards with ulterior motives.
Most people think that Elena's existence is dispensable, but there is one person who thinks differently.
An unloved royal family member similar to Elena.
She could no longer remember what that "brother" looked like. Anyway, he died of pneumonia three years ago, and even his teeth were taken over by the current Second Prince.
But I really hated it at that time... It was a shameless frame-up. How could an unrecognized slave girl prove herself?
There is no way.
Caesar was away fighting, and even if he refused to plead guilty, he would still be treated the same.
"...Finally, they decided to let me take half of the punishment first." Elena's fingers paused. "Stealing the king's property, attacking a guard with a weapon, and suspects who refuse to confess can choose one of the three most severe punishments."
"The three tortures?"
The cat's voice was weak and sad, and its two glass-like eyes were filled with tears.
[It must be difficult for fairies to understand the cruelty of humans, right?]
Elena rubbed her ears again. "I was too young at the time. I definitely couldn't withstand water torture or being hung out in the sun, so I chose starvation."
Later I realized how naive this idea was. Why should hunger be compared with the other two punishments?
Because not only will they not give us food, they won’t even give us water.
Prolonged dehydration would undoubtedly lead to death, and the prisoner could only hope for heavy rain to fall and flood the cage. Not to mention that her cage was placed in the scorching sun under the malicious arrangement of her "brother".
Not a drop of rain fell during those days.
"Elena..." The furry little paws rested on her arm, scratching it from time to time.
"Hmm? Are you wondering what this has to do with Melia? It's not that she framed me, she just doesn't have that brain." Elena smiled. Her brother was not crazy, he would not add a fool to a deadly conspiracy.
It took her several years of private investigation to find the culprit.
Melia appeared on the morning of the third day.
The "sinner" in the cage was near death, curled up in a ball, trying to avoid direct sunlight. She didn't want to die, she wanted to live, to stand up, to clear her grievances, and then to retaliate with all her might.
"Hey, you bastard."
The girl scolded condescendingly, kicking the cage with her jeweled slippers.
She has loved bullying the weak since she was a child. The princess born to a slave not only meets the prerequisites, but is also the most noble of all the objects of venting.
Melia never tires of such teasing.
Elena lay in the cage and didn't want to talk at all.
The iron cage sizzled under the scorching sun, and the moisture in her body could not even support a single sentence, as she was almost dried up from the inside.
The so-called dragon blood is like a joke at this moment... Daily updates in the Koukou group: One Five Two Two Seven Five The bar chair has faster speed, stronger strength, and longer lifespan, but has a worse tolerance to hunger.
This person must have come to observe her death.
Soon, she would die of thirst and turn into a dried corpse that could no longer speak.
"Hey, talk to me."
No matter how the girl teased him, the man in the cage remained motionless.
Finally, the brainless girl couldn't help it. She opened the box she carried with her and pushed a bowl of special food in front of the cage.
The rice in the bowl had a strong stinking smell and was soaked in soup of suspicious color.
No one wants to know what's actually in it.
"Elena."
At this moment, she called her name and smiled the most malicious smile.
"Want to eat something?"
As the wrist is raised, the liquid in the bowl sways slowly.
"Learn to bark like a dog. If you can imitate it, I'll feed you—"
The narration stopped abruptly, and Elena's expression remained as calm as ever.
Melia opened her mouth, but couldn't find the words, "Have you learned it?"
Is there any need to ask? The protagonist of the story is right in front of her.
Alive.
Instead, Elena lowered her head and smiled slightly at her touched eyes: "Are you trying to ask, she saved me, why should I kill her?"
She stood up and put the kitten on the ground. "Don't watch what happens next. Let's meet at a better time next time."
Elena's figure leaped into the woods, and Melia shook her head: No, she had no doubts at all.
No wonder the other villains in the original novel died miserably, and Melia danced on his face several times, which was more disgusting and difficult to deal with than cockroaches, but in the end she was just hanged according to Roman law.
That kind of "favor" that is not considered a favor is also calculated.
Wait, what the hell is going on here? You want to kill her now - the kitten's eyes widened: If you don't go back, you'll die!
It swayed left and right, its strong will slowly taking effect. The cat's body became lighter and lighter, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated into the air.
…
“Hua ...
Melia took a deep breath, her chest aching as if she were drowning.
Hurry, run! Call the others over and run with us!
"Hey, Melia."
A familiar, chilling voice came from behind me.
How, how, how, how could it be so fast... Damn it, the protagonist is worthy of being the protagonist.
Melia trembled her lips, feeling the dagger pressing against her cheek, tears on the verge of falling: "Ai, Ai, Elena..."
Just treat me as a fart and let me go!
"Oh."
Her large emerald eyes were filled with a sense of grievance, like a cat's. Elena couldn't hold back her laughter for a moment, but then quickly put on a serious face: "Why, are you surprised?"
The silver-white blade scraped against her neck. Melia raised her eyebrows and sobbed weakly: "What did you do to the people outside..."
When did this guy learn to care about others?
Elena sneered: "They are fine, but if you dare to shout, they will be in trouble."
It turns out he sneaked in.
Melia let out a long sigh. "Is there no way we can reconcile? I'm very useful. Do you want to hear my... bargaining chips?"
The information in her head was spinning furiously, and the entire plot of "Rose Princess" was behind her.
You can just pretend to be mysterious and reveal it to Elena, and at least you can survive by holding on to the heroine's thigh.
Even if we take a step back, using a dagger to chop off the head is too much. At least Taffi used a knife, not an apple.
"Reconciliation? Leverage? Okay."
Elena retracted the dagger, lifted the hem of her robe, and stretched her long left leg in front of Melia.
"Bow your head and kiss my feet. If you are pious enough, I will let you go—"
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Thanks to Luo Mu Xiao Xiao for the irrigation~
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