Chapter 83 His smile was brighter than a newly blooming rose…
The night was deep and cold, the wind howled, and carried the salty smell of the sea.
We were swiftly transported by Nathias and his black-armored guard through a secret passage in the mountainside. This passage was hidden behind a large tree growing on the cliff face and could only be opened with strange coded incantations.
Now, Nacia was carrying him on her back, holding tightly to the thick rope lowered by a guard, and nimbly leaped onto the tree, quickly entering the secret passage. I, on the other hand, dawdled for a long time, and only with the help of three guards did I barely manage to jump onto the tree, and I was scared half to death.
After passing through an extremely long, damp, and dark cave, my legs were almost numb when I finally smelled the cold wind drifting in from outside.
The moment I stepped out of the cave, I was stunned for a few seconds—
There are houses, streets, and a complex network of alleyways.
We ended up in a small town outside the castle.
I never dreamed that there would be an extremely long secret passage leading directly to the town from beneath a high mountain.
It was dawn, and the first rays of pale sunlight fell on the blue brick road. A thin mist enveloped the red-tiled houses of all sizes, and there was not a single pedestrian on the street.
We were quickly led by the black-armored guards to the basement of a small red-tiled house not far away—a small two-bedroom, one-living-room house.
Although small, it has everything you need, including all kinds of furniture and household items, such as an exquisitely crafted wheelchair.
They must have been preparing for this for a long time, right? Perhaps they've been waiting for this day.
I can smell the conspiracy in the air.
From that day on, I began a different kind of life. I lived in silence and quiet all day long.
I rarely speak to him, and he rarely speaks to me either. He still has difficulty standing up and spends most of his time in a wheelchair, lost in thought.
I guessed what had happened. He and his sister, confined to wheelchairs, could have inherited the throne, but were secretly poisoned by their rivals, leaving them paralyzed. For some reason, the poisoner couldn't kill the siblings, but since their paralysis was practically the same as death to the poisoner, they relaxed. Twelve years passed. After twelve years, for some unknown reason, the poisoner became uneasy again, perhaps having heard some unfavorable news, and decided to kill the siblings.
My sister was taken away first, and we haven't heard anything from her since. My brother had reached some kind of agreement with the poisoner through negotiation, but the poisoner broke the agreement and was determined to kill him. However, my brother's Black Wolf Army saved him, and with my help, we retreated together to the underground passage.
Just as they finally caught up with us and raised their swords, my superpower kicked in, and we escaped once again...
That should be the process.
"What are you thinking about?" the younger brother in the wheelchair suddenly asked me.
It was nearly midnight, and the maid who had been taking care of him was sleeping in the house upstairs.
The maid arrived at noon on the day we arrived. She knew better than I did how to take care of a man with physical disabilities, while I was only responsible for cleaning the room.
He probably couldn't sleep, so he wheeled himself out to the outer room.
I wanted to know if my guess was right, so I told him everything.
He smiled faintly, "You guessed most of it right. Do you know why he suddenly wanted to kill me?"
The "he" in this context likely refers to the person who poisoned the victim.
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"Because our country's most famous diviner suddenly told him that his destiny chart had recently changed, and his originally dazzling imperial destiny had turned into a dim light."
I was stunned.
“This is a very bad omen. He’s terrified,” he smiled. “He feels that the biggest threat to him is my sister and me, so he’s trying to kill us as soon as possible. When he kidnapped my sister last time, he originally intended to kill me, but I told his men that I have the key to the kingdom’s most important treasure vault. If he kills me, he will never be able to open the vault.”
"But why did he still try to kill you later?" I asked.
"Because the light in his birth chart was getting dimmer and dimmer, he was terrified every night and finally decided that he would rather not have a treasure trove than leave me as a hidden danger."
I thought of my special ability. Could it be that everything is preordained? The more the poisoner feared the change in their destiny, the faster they became, even accelerating the change?
“Tomorrow, this country will undergo earth-shattering changes.” His golden eyes shone with an eerie light.
"You want to rebel?" I was taken aback for a moment, then quickly changed my mind, "Revenge?"
He laughed, and I realized that his lips were incredibly beautiful; the way they curved upwards looked like flower petals fluttering in the breeze.
"You could call it revenge, or you could say it's taking back what rightfully belonged to me." His smile was incredibly deep.
My heart skipped a beat; I could see a hint of wickedness in his smile.
I don't like this kind of evil aura, and I'm even a little scared.
Before dawn the next day, earth-shattering, ghost-weeping shouts of battle erupted from the rooftops, along with wails, screams, and the sounds of things being smashed, as if the entire small town was about to be overturned...
I was familiar with these sounds, and sat quietly in the corner.
He looked at me and smiled. "Have you seen these before?"
“Yes, not only that, but also a massive army,” I said.
I've seen zombie legions, orc mercenaries, and a large army summoned by Bernard's father's illegitimate son. I guess I'm a worldly person.
Oh, by the way, I wonder how Bernard is doing now? We parted ways back in the North.
Now, when I occasionally think back on it, it feels like a passing breeze, the past gone with the wind.
“We really underestimated you,” he exclaimed.
“No,” I said. “I was just an ordinary person. I only gained superpowers and experiences by chance.”
His golden eyes shone brightly. "How did you acquire your superpowers?"
"It was a gift from someone else," I answered vaguely.
His smile was more captivating than a newly blooming rose.
A maidservant hurried in, carrying a bag of what appeared to be our rations for the time being. She knelt before him and whispered something, seemingly reporting news she had just received. He merely nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
He remained expressionless towards the maid, just as he had towards me before.
He only started treating me differently after I demonstrated extraordinary abilities.
He will only value you if you have value; if you have no value, he will ignore you completely.
We then spent eleven days in the basement.
For eleven days, day and night, shrill screams and shrieks echoed through the sky, and earth-shattering battles and roars lingered for a long time.
I went upstairs once. Through the cracks in the window, I saw thousands upon thousands of rockets being fired into the streets and alleys of the town, where enemies might be hiding. Thick smoke billowed into the sky, and countless shrill cries echoed once more.
Thick smoke billowed as the fire illuminated the entire town, blurring the lines between day and night.
I practically scrambled back to the basement.
A mysterious, unpredictable smile always graced his lips.
Even when someone occasionally came in to report news to him, this smile never disappeared.
On the twelfth day, the crying and screaming stopped abruptly, or rather, it stopped around midnight. I was still asleep then, entering a deep sleep for the first time in over ten days.
As soon as he woke up, he said to me, "You can go out now."
I got up from my cot and instinctively reached out to help him up from his wheelchair, something I always did every day when he went to the table for breakfast.
He steadied himself slightly, then suddenly picked up a fruit knife from the fruit basket and slashed the neck of the maid behind him. Blood gushed out, flowing down to her collarbone. The maid clutched her bleeding neck, her eyes widening in horror, and fell backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
I screamed in terror. He smiled gently, "Anyone who has ever seen me at my most wretched is destined to die."
Having seized power, he naturally intended to kill everyone who had seen his most despicable side.
I was horrified and rushed toward the wooden stairs as fast as I could, but I was stopped by the black-armored chief supervisor who had just appeared.
"You...you're ungrateful!" I exclaimed, my face turning deathly pale. "Are you going to kill me?!"
His leisurely voice came from behind me, "You've seen me at my most disheveled, but never mind, since you have something of value in me, I might need your help."
My body suddenly went limp, and I collapsed to the ground.
——
I am a very timid person.
Although I wasn't killed this time, I still feel a deep sense of unease.
A month after the successful coup, things had still not recovered.
I suspect he has a bloodthirsty nature; otherwise, the head supervisor wouldn't have said "Don't kill her" when handing me over to him.
—The fact that he specifically emphasized this indicates that there is a high probability that he will do so.
"Sister, what's wrong? Why are you so absent-minded again?" Luo An was pouring milk for me.
I was promoted to head maidservant to the new emperor, and Luo An was assigned to my side to run errands and assist me.
"It's nothing." I picked up the milk.
After a quick breakfast, I started working. The so-called head maid was essentially a secretary or assistant, responsible for scheduling the maids and servants, handling the new king's invitation, and other miscellaneous tasks that I was not yet aware of.
Just after the duty roster was arranged, Luo An peeked in from the doorway and said, "Sister, the new king's coronation luncheon is about to begin, you need to attend."
I hummed in agreement. A quarter of an hour later, I led all the maids of the new king's palace to the banquet hall. Needless to say, the banquet hall was magnificent. The elves loved jewels, and everywhere was inlaid with jewels, sparkling and shining. Even the pillars, tables, chairs, and corners of the walls were inlaid with beautiful, shimmering pearls.
Extremely frightening, I also saw five or six menacing black wolves, with jeweled and pearl collars around their necks, looking majestic and wagging their tails with great flair.
All the elegantly dressed nobles avoided them, while the wolves contentedly ate their special wolf meal in a corner, a faint smell of blood wafting through the air.
“I heard they eat the living people who were sacrificed after the coronation ceremony this morning,” Luo An said to me in a very low voice.
“This place is horrible, isn’t it?” I said.
"But this place is beautiful too, sister."
I suspected that Luo An was trying to persuade me of something, but I couldn't think of anything at the moment.
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