What reason could one possibly have to kill him?
Clearly, this is a matter of taking sides.
Choosing sides, but whose side are you on?
Sancher had just left the Clavner family and had a deep conversation with the current head of the family.
Therefore, there are only two options in this matter.
The question is whether to support the kingdom's nobles in seizing Shulben's territory, or to help the Clavner family defend this land.
Ultimately, considering his son's future, Sancher chose the latter.
But if he had chosen to side with the nobility while they were in the mansion,
Sancher was certain that, given the imposing manner the other party had just displayed, he probably wouldn't even be able to get onto the carriage alive.
His body might become someone else's puppet, and his soul might be manipulated.
Ultimately, he lost himself and became a pawn in deceiving other nobles.
"I never imagined that Viktor valued the ownership of Shulburn so much."
Sancher took a deep breath, feeling the return of control over his body, and gradually calmed his mind.
The servants nearby were taken aback when they heard the Marquis talking to himself.
"My lord, what did you just say?"
"Oh, it's nothing."
He shook his head and hurriedly boarded the carriage.
"Let's go back quickly."
Sitting in the carriage, the Marquis of Sancher gave instructions to his servants through the window.
The servant responded quickly, jumped onto the front of the carriage, raised the whip, and propelled the horse forward.
Finally, the Marquis of Sancher turned and looked toward the Cleviner family mansion.
He was very fortunate to be an enlightened father and a lord who treated demi-humans kindly.
The carriage curtain slowly fell, shutting out everything from the outside world.
The carriage swayed gently as it passed through the street, the wheels making a crisp, echoing sound as they touched the ground.
...
"Miss Lia, should we believe that Marquis?"
Vanilla looked at Lia, who had sat back down in the rocking chair, full of doubt.
Lia gently rocked the rocking chair and slowly took off her sunglasses.
She lay half-reclined, glancing sideways at the vanilla in front of her, and answered in a relaxed tone:
"Believe it, why wouldn't you believe it?"
Vanilla was a little confused; to be honest, she didn't quite understand Lia's thoughts.
After all, no matter how sincere the nobleman appeared, he was still a member of the kingdom.
Marquis Sancher's primary concern was naturally the interests of the kingdom.
"What if he finds out about your plans, Miss Leah, and leaks them to others?
Vanilla's thoughts seemed to go deeper; after all, with the passage of time, she was no longer the naive and ignorant little catgirl she once was.
However, she soon understood.
No matter how thorough her considerations, her wisdom could not match that of Miss Leah.
"So what? He wouldn't dare tell anyone."
Lia stretched lazily, her fair waist revealing her smooth, jade-like skin in the sunlight.
She sat up lightly, her feet landing steadily on the ground.
While easily stretching his muscles and joints, he continued:
"What is the core of our plan? It's your master."
“If he really knew our plan, he would know that Viktor is still alive.”
Knowing this, would he still dare to leak it to the outside world?
After all, he certainly didn't want Victor to suddenly visit his mansion late one night.
Vanilla demonstrated excellent insight, and upon seeing this, she took the initiative to go over and gently massage Leah's shoulders.
Lia smiled contentedly, enjoying Vanilla's careful care, and continued to explain:
"Don't romanticize the relationships between these nobles too much. In their eyes, protecting their own interests is always the top priority."
"Even if we take a step back and assume that the Marquis of Sancher acted in good faith and informed the other nobles that Victor might still be alive."
Do you think these nobles will believe it?
Lia's words made Vanilla pause slightly, but she did not stop what she was doing.
Indeed, who would believe that Viktor is still alive?
If Vanilla hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, she herself would have found it hard to believe.
They'll just think it's another rumor spread by someone.
“Others might think that the Marquis of Sancher is colluding with us and trying to control Shulburn together with the Clevin family.”
"They would naturally not agree to such an arrangement."
"So they're bound to make a scene, they're bound to argue."
"Until the very end—"
Lia slowly raised her hand, watching as the magic stone on her glove shone with a mesmerizing light once more.
She slightly curled the corners of her mouth, a smile that contained an unstoppable sharpness.
His right hand clenched slightly, as if he had everything firmly in his grasp.
"They will unknowingly walk into the traps we have set up."
Vanilla's eyes lit up after hearing this, feeling that she had learned a lot.
However, one problem has been troubling me.
So she asked without hesitation:
"Well, since this plan requires Master, when exactly will he come back... Meow!"
The last sound was a sudden scream from Vanilla.
Because in the next moment, she felt her body become unusually light.
As if it had lost all weight, it floated lightly like a feather, dancing in the wind.
Her legs left the ground, and her tail stiffened involuntarily as she lost her balance.
Her arms involuntarily stretched out, as if two invisible arms were gently lifting her up from under her armpits.
Hearing Vanilla's exclamation, Lia was slightly taken aback, then turned her head.
When her gaze fell on the figure behind Vanilla, her mind went blank for a brief moment.
He then chuckled, a hint of tenderness and mockery flashing in his eyes, and said with a smile:
"Okay, I think he's back."
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