Chapter 93 The Moon in the Water will be killed.
Why is Andra here?
Eliza bit her tongue to keep from making a sound.
As she gazed at Andra, Andra also gazed at her.
The golden-red flames in those eyes flickered, as if a single wrong word would leap out and burn everything to ashes.
The sea breeze lashed against my body.
Eliza felt herself being lifted into the air, pulled by the arm and leaped onto the high deck, dragged past groups of onlookers, and whooshed into the dimly lit room.
Thump!
Eliza fell heavily onto the bed, her body arching involuntarily: "Ugh, it's so hard! The bed frame is digging into my back!"
The ceiling decorations are undeniably luxurious, but the mattress on the bed is neither high nor soft, let alone covered in plush... Ugh, they're so rich, yet they couldn't bear to use Enlin's velvet material...
She gritted her teeth, not daring to complain, because the Pirate King was standing in front of the bed, his face half-lit and half-shadowed in the dim candlelight, his dried scars twisted into a horrifying, spiderweb-like pattern in the projection.
He will... he will be killed.
The swaying figure of the young man overlapped with the phantom image of the black-haired girl from several years ago.
That mysterious scene, one that I will never forget even after ten or several decades, echoed in my mind.
...They were clearly in love, like characters from a myth or legend, and could be a picture-perfect couple standing together.
Eliza's thoughts were in turmoil. What could have happened to turn the young man, who should have died in the sea, into what he is now?
Dangerous, extremely dangerous.
This person was dangerous three years ago, and I should—I'd better pretend I know nothing.
Eliza knew she should play dumb, but her lips moved and she couldn't help but ask the name.
"Andra?"
Thump!
Before she could regain her senses, Eliza's shoulder slammed hard against the bed again.
"Ooh!"
She screamed, as if she heard the cracking sound of bones breaking.
A thick, dark shadow loomed down from above, and Eliza opened her eyes wide: she saw Andra raise her hands, her fingers making a contracting motion.
If we don't stop him, this guy will definitely kill her!
She could no longer care about the scattered thoughts in her mind, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Don't kill me! I... I'll be very useful!!"
This guy, this guy knew there was a risk she would recognize him, yet he was still willing to marry her. He must... he must have a big scheme up his sleeve.
Eliza swallowed hard, staring nervously into Andra's eyes.
A flicker of emotion finally appeared in those eyes. The phantom of the flames shed its intense feelings, and Andra moved her lips like a puppet.
"I know, how did you recognize me?"
"...Eye."
Those were eyes that were hard to ignore or forget.
Even after several years, Eliza still vividly remembered how the young man had miraculously saved her at dawn, and how he had laughed and played with Princess Eleanor while riding the waves.
If the two of them stood together, many acquaintances would probably recognize them...
“I see. It seems I must not be seen by Eleanor.”
Andra nodded, and Eliza knew what she meant: even Princess Baley, whom she had only met once, could easily recognize her true identity through the scars and simple disguise, let alone Princess Eleanor.
Eliza couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you... cooperating with Princess Eleanor?"
When she recognized Andra on the shore, her first thought was, "Princess Eleanor was playing a long game!"
Princess Eleanor left a very deep impression on Eliza.
To her followers, she seemed omnipotent, giving the impression of being far too intelligent and visionary, even leading to speculation that she was a legendary prophet.
Eliza was already feeling guilty, and when she realized that the pirate king was Andra, she even wanted to stomp her feet in frustration.
Well, no wonder the Pirate King was willing to help us in our time of crisis; you two were a perfect match after all.
The entire logical thread is very clear: Andra fakes her death, Eleanor runs off to marry another Hetuan princess and overthrows Hetuan, while Andra deals with the pirates next to Baelai and becomes king of the island.
The current situation is excellent for the couple: all they need to do is get rid of the most useless Alisa and have her—the unfortunate Princess Baley—give birth to a child, and they can gain the claims of three neighboring countries!
After figuring this out, Eliza broke out in a cold sweat.
She could almost see Andra throwing herself to the ground with her child in her arms after getting Baley, placing the crown on Princess Eleanor's head, and the two of them laughing heartily in front of a map of the three unified nations.
But Andra's expression was too pained and hateful; he didn't look like he had victory in his grasp at all.
...If it really was a collaboration, her scars must have been faked.
Eliza raised her hand to touch the corner of her eye: It didn't look fake at all...
Snap!
Andra slapped her hand away hard and said expressionlessly, "She killed me."
Why tell this to this person? Perhaps it's simply because you haven't had the chance to talk to anyone else.
After all, the moment she decided to marry Princess Baley, she was prepared to be seen through: regardless of whether Eliza showed any flaws, she would assume that this person knew her identity and would keep her under complete control.
She needs what Eliza has behind her, but doesn't care about the "person" herself.
Such an object, destined to die and never to send out any messages, is naturally the most suitable person to confide in.
She stared intently into Eliza's eyes and saw fear, confusion, and then—a deep disbelief.
Even when faced with the threat of death, Eliza couldn't believe what this person was saying.
Because that makes no sense at all.
Eliza didn't know Andra well, but she at least thought she knew Eleanor somewhat.
Admittedly, everyone may have a hidden side, but whether based on rumored kindness or personal experience of wisdom, she absolutely did not believe that His Highness would do anything that could only be described as vicious and foolish.
If that really happens, then it's most likely that there's something wrong with Andra right now.
“...Oh, I see.” She echoed the Pirate King’s words, her voice filled with obsequiousness and perfunctoriness.
"......"
To Eliza's surprise, Andra did not fly into a rage; she simply shoved her arm hard, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Andra picked up the water glass on the table, poured himself a glass of cold water, and gulped it all down.
"Whoosh—"
After finishing her drink, she seemed to calm down a bit, and with her eyes lowered, she gave a self-deprecating laugh: "I knew none of you would believe me."
Even she herself would occasionally doubt that it was all an illusion.
Perhaps her brain was damaged by the water after she fell in? The actual situation was that Eleanor and two guards were desperately trying to pull her out, and the wound on her face was an accidental cut from the underwater rocks?
...Andra desperately wanted this to be true, but she didn't want to drown in her dreams.
Eliza touched her neck and breathed a sigh of relief; the gaze from the other person had finally changed from looking at a dead person to appraising a product.
She sat up straight and said in a docile tone, "I have no intention of speculating about your past... but as someone you insisted on taking away, do I know my purpose?"
She instinctively avoided mentioning the word "wife," feeling that saying it would lead to something bad.
Andra nodded slightly and said calmly, "I need you to be completely at my disposal, and your sister too. I need Belle."
lie.
Eliza astutely sensed the lie in her words: Andra could not possibly need an uncontrollable King Belial; the only truly controllable kings were the infant or herself.
What she really meant was probably, "I need your sister to die."
The fact that this point is not explicitly stated now is not out of kindness, but rather as a buffer.
She was waiting for her to completely succumb to the role of "the Pirate King's wife" for the sake of her own life or a new life. She was also giving her a little bait: "If you're obedient enough, maybe I'll let your sister go."
Eliza lowered her head. "Yes, I will obey your orders."
"very good."
Andra's tone finally warmed up a bit.
She stood up from the chair and walked towards the bed.
Eliza gripped the edge of the bed tightly, waiting for her mistress to unwrap her lavish attire. After all, she wasn't like Princess Eleanor; a princess's only value lay in her child's future inheritance...
Andra's hand brushed past her shoulder and pulled a book from the cabinet behind her.
Then there are Volume 2, Volume 3, and Volume 4.
Four thick volumes were piled on the bed, and Andra patted the covers hard.
"You must have learned a lot from those people from the Marigold Merchant Guild, right? First, help me check if there are any irregularities in these accounts. After that, I have some miscellaneous tasks on my island that I need you to handle."
"Huh?"
Eliza's eyes widened, and she stammered, "You...you don't have a secretary?"
This position was created by Princess Eleanor, who is famous for her ability to recognize and utilize talent. The Marigold Merchant Guild has a full twelve secretaries!
"...You can't expect pirates to be good at this."
Andra gritted his teeth and said, "Or why don't you pick up a knife and charge ahead in the next battle?"
Eliza instantly understood: Good, what respectable nobleman would go to that wretched island to be a pirate's secretary?
She nodded, moved the four volumes of account books aside, and said softly, "I didn't learn much from Princess Eleanor."
Upon hearing this, the Pirate King, who had opened the door to leave, pulled out a chair again and sat down quite naturally.
Andra pulled a booklet from a hidden compartment next to the window; the cover was different from the ledger.
She opened her book and said nonchalantly, "There's nothing to do at sea. Why don't you tell me about the Marigold Merchant Guild? Tell me in detail; you might have some useful information."
...You'd better want to hear information from the Chamber of Commerce.
Eliza coughed twice, walked to the table, and spread out the ledgers.
She thought she would never be able to calm down by the Pirate King's side, but when she picked up the quill pen with her right hand, her consciousness automatically sank into a long stream of memories.
"...Princess Eleanor spent those years in Hetuya, and I also infiltrated Hetuya for a period of time."
Behind the girl, Andra straightened her body slightly.
To this day, she still doesn't know why Eleanor wanted to kill her, and can only assume it's because of her identity as "Princess Hetuya".
Perhaps Eleanor loathed the Hetuya so much that she wanted to make a mess of the Hetuya and therefore had to get rid of her, the most powerful princess.
“I went there with the mindset of doing business with His Highness. I thought His Highness would be very willing to sell us Hetuya’s resources at a lower price.”
"And then?" Andra's breathing became rapid.
"Then--"
Eliza looked up, a glint in her eyes: "Princess Eleanor asked me what I thought of woolen ornaments and dried milk?"
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