Chapter 96 A Short Farewell
◎ "Shh, keep your voice down, don't disturb your ears."◎
The boots made a damp, scraping sound on the carpet.
Elena looked up at the closet and tapped the hilt of her knife coldly: "The assassin got there first."
Not far away, a corpse draped in a magnificent sash lay. If I'm not mistaken, it was the current Archon of Greece... Magrano. Known as "Magrano the Good Man of Athens," he was known for his philanthropy but questionable political skills.
Magrano fell in a pool of blood. The cut surface of his neck was unusually smooth, and his head and right hand fell neatly on his abdomen, as if they had been severed together by a slender weapon.
Antonio gazed at his father's body in silence for a long moment, then sighed softly, "Too bad! All the clues are gone."
I thought my father was one of the culprits, so I ran over eagerly, but I didn't expect to see only a dead body.
His guess might be correct, but Magrano had already been disposed of as a sacrifice. They had no means of interrogating the corpse, and instead would be put in a passive position because of his father's death.
The Romans, dissatisfied with the Greeks' diplomatic response, assassinated the consuls.
Antonio and his father had a quarrel that led to his death.
Both of these statements made sense. After dawn, he wouldn't be able to escape. He looked at his translucent hands: Maybe it wouldn't be long before he was buried with them, even needing a single tomb.
Is he really going to wait for death? Maybe... he was already killed by a sword, and was only temporarily detained by the abnormality of Athens.
"Antonio, are you willing to wait for death?" Elena's voice awakened his will.
"What else can I do? They will definitely suspect me."
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Antonio stopped mid-sentence, as he began to understand something.
As expected, Elena scoffed: "Think carefully, who are they?"
Of course, it was the members of the Aristocratic Council. These people usually flattered their fathers, but who wouldn't want to sit on the archon's throne? Although Greece didn't have a tradition of paternal succession, political assets could be passed down.
Each of those ancient and large families hopes that the inheritance of others will be cut off so that they can get a piece of the pie.
Of course they would "suspect" him. No matter who the murderer was, it would definitely be him.
But what if multiple members of Congress were assassinated simultaneously tonight?
To put it bluntly, if one out of ten of them kills, the rest of us will be at a loss: Who should we blame? What should we do next? Who should we deal with first?
Not to mention the current state of affairs in Athens, where even a seasoned veteran couldn't defeat a slow-moving opponent. As long as precious time was gained, the room for maneuver would multiply.
The waters must be muddied.
He couldn't help but smile, and then he was shocked: Are these thoughts the influence of the Crown of Alexander? Elena and I have become more radical.
"Thank you for your advice." He suppressed his doubts and walked quickly downstairs. "I'll contact my subordinates right away. I hope you can lend me a hand."
…
Several warriors blended into the night. Antonio looked at their backs with an uneasy feeling: these were his father and his confidants who had been cultivated for many years. He didn't know whether this action would lead to a trap.
If all else fails, he can flee Athens with Elena. He can take away several thousand infantrymen and will be able to make a comeback sooner or later.
"Your Highness, who is the most difficult one to deal with?!"
He threw the blade at the figure in the darkness. Elena's hand on the hilt did not move at all. "Teacher Pardos, why are you here?"
Click, click.
As his boots stepped onto the stone pavement, Pardos folded his arms, and the sword hanging on his belt swayed slightly: "Don't worry, I won't meddle in the affairs of the parliament."
"Teacher, how much did you hear?" Antonio pointed at the guards with his hands behind his back and slowly approached the scholar. Others might not know this, but he had learned swordsmanship from his teacher in his youth.
"What's important is not how much I heard, but what is about to happen in Athens." Padus glanced at both sides, and the guards stopped in their tracks - they also received instructions from their master. Antonio put down his hand with a sullen face.
Elena stood under the eaves, keeping a distance from the others. "Teacher Pardos, are you also involved in this incident? I thought you would stay in Rome and continue to tinker with the mill with Melia."
"I wish I were still in Rome, huh..." Pardos sighed deeply, "and Melia."
"Meliya, Meliya, what happened to her?!"
Elena instantly forgot about the assassination, the mutation, and the crown. The imagined death scenes made her right hand tremble slightly, and it slipped from the hilt of the knife. "She's also in Athens?!"
Pardos lowered his gaze and said, "Yes, you'd better go see her quickly."
"Is she hurt?!"
"No, she recovered."
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Pados seemed tired of the nonsense and pointed directly to the south: "She lives in my house now. Just say a few words to her and you will understand what I mean."
"Thank you." Elena ran away, and a few seconds later she rushed up to the roof along the stone pillar and disappeared into the night.
"Wait..." Antonio's hand froze in mid-air, but he finally let it go unwillingly. Damn it, his strongest fighter had just escaped like that. The next assassination operation was definitely not going to go smoothly.
He wiped his face and turned to Pados: "Are you satisfied now? I have to first..."
"It's you who should wait." Pados jumped over the guards and walked straight towards the mansion in the dark.
Antonio hurried over: "Teacher, you'd better not go in!"
The cold wind rushed in through the open door, pushing out the smell of blood.
Pardos paused in front of the doorway for a moment, then stepped out into the thick darkness. "Light the lamp. I told you at the beginning that you've missed too many details compared to small actions like assassination."
Everything moves according to reason, like a leaf falling into the earth. What kind of transaction is it to take away the consciousness and color of the inhabitants?
…
Melia carefully picked up the soup spoon and scooped a mouthful of soup:
The warm gravy mixed with the tubers neutralizes the saltiness of the salt and spices, giving it a soft, sweet taste.
"Delicious!" she exclaimed sincerely, scooping food into her mouth one after another.
Elena looked away, forcing herself not to notice the girl's pink nails: "Hmph... don't cats prefer to eat fish?"
"No, no, no, don't mention fish, especially mandarin fish—" Melia covered her head. It's better to be a human being. Only human beings can be treated as human beings! Fortunately, she is a stranger now, unlike the beginning when she had a negative impression of him.
Elena isn't that cold at all. As soon as you say you're hungry, you'll get food.
The cat turned into a human, and still such a... rather cute girl.
Elena wanted to say something, but seeing her innocent smile, her brain suddenly shut down. Fortunately, she still remembered the argument just now: "You accused Pandora of being a fairy and said she wanted to control me. Do you have any evidence?"
"Uh, not yet."
Melia dropped the spoon and grabbed her hand as usual: "We can investigate together. Once we catch her in the act ourselves, you'll believe it, right?"
Doubtful of Pandora?
【Don't doubt it, she will give you anything you want. 】
Well, no doubt about it, but – Meimei is fun.
At this moment, Elena forgot about the scales that were constantly weighing her and shook the girl's palm: "Okay, let's try it."
Anyway, the coronation ceremony is still a few days away, and the girl in front of me is more interesting than the stagnant daily life.
…
With the stars drifting behind her, Elena rose and fell on the rooftops and rushed directly into the residential area.
Surrounded by mansions planted with large trees, she grabbed a slave and asked about the courtyard of the Pados family.
The villa was shrouded in darkness. She didn't wait to be notified and climbed up the tree trunk and jumped out of the window to the second floor.
Melia is a distinguished guest, so she must be arranged in the largest guest bedroom... Got it, it's here.
Breathe in.
Elena took a deep breath, stood in front of the door, and straightened her shawl and robe, letting her golden hair fall in front of her chest.
Knock knock, fingers gently knock on the door.
After a few seconds, the door opened inward.
A beautiful woman with a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye saluted her and said, "My dear guest, you are the distinguished guest that the host mentioned."
"Yeah." Elena didn't have time for nonsense. She walked quickly into the bedroom: "How is Melia?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she looked at the situation in the room and couldn't help frowning.
Melia was covered in a thick blanket, but even that couldn't stop her arms and legs from sprawling out in all directions. The beautiful slaves kept her body warm on both sides, and even used cushions to cover her feet, which had nowhere to rest.
Melia doesn't usually sleep like this.
Not to mention her sleeping posture, she was always worried that the slaves would not sleep well, so she had to drive the night watchmen to sleep in the next room, and she would also grab Taffy's ears and force her to get on the comfortable couch.
Only she could sleep next to Melia and share the same pillow with her.
"Say a few words to her."
Pados's voice echoed in her ears. Elena didn't want to disturb her lover's sleep, but for some reason, looking at the person on the bed, she felt a strange sense of strangeness.
Could it be that the missing Alexander's crown has taken away not only its color but also my emotions? Why is my heartbeat so calm and my breathing not slowing down?
The smell that I could smell before has also disappeared, that fragrance that was similar to the fragrance of sunlight and malt... It turns out that it was not just the effect of soap.
"Sir, the master has instructed us to use some medicine that will not affect the body."
The tear mole beauty knelt on the ground: "If you need..."
"Wake her up."
"yes."
The teardrop-shaped beauty lit the incense, and soon the people on the bed began to jump up and down vigorously.
Melia licked her lips and thrust hard at the slave who was using incense: "Jiu——little beauty, let me Ji——ah! Who the hell is this? You're killing me!"
“…Look at me.”
Elena grabbed her wrist and twisted it in front of her.
The emerald eyes that had once been so bright and captivating were now cloudy and dejected. Her pupils contracted violently, and a scream shook her eardrums: "Ah—Elena!! It's, it's you!!!"
The obvious fear and guilt distorted her pretty face. Melia rushed to the bed and kicked the slaves, trying to get them to stand between them.
She howled and crawled towards the window: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please spare me! I won't dare to do it again, I really won't dare to do it again, don't kill me, don't kill me——"
Such tone, such movements, such posture.
It doesn't belong to her, but to... [Former Melia]
Dust-covered memories burst open, and scenes that had been deliberately ignored jumped into my mind one after another.
Earlier, Melia was a very bad person, so bad that no one had any expectations of her, and even killing her was a low priority. She was as disgusting and weak as a bug.
The beautified scene slowly faded, and those colors did not belong to the Melia of the past.
It belongs only to "Meliya" who walks on the glorious path.
Is "Meriya" a kind side blessed by the gods that was never revealed before, or is she... a fairy born in the fairy garden?
Elena stepped forward and picked up the screaming girl: "Shh, keep your voice down, don't disturb your ears."
"Ah, then you promise not to kill me?"
"sure."
Her figure was reflected in his ocean-blue eyes, which contained a frozen flame. "You are still useful. If you don't want to die, stay by my side."
"Uh, uh uh."
Melia wanted to say something harsh, but the near-death experience was still etched in her mind. Besides, Elena's eyes were so terrifying. Even without a brain, she still had the instinct to survive.
She finally lowered her head and said honestly for once: "Then, then let me take her, her and them away."
"do what?"
"Need I ask? Don't you have a dozen beautiful slaves?"
Melia used her Melia face to force out an ugly smile that was not Melia at all: "Don't be reluctant, I can serve you too~ You're in luck, but I am... ah ah ah!"
Elena lifted her up and for the first time used a threatening tone: "Don't even think about using this body casually, scum."
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