Chapter 90 Yvesette's Despair (3k)

With unbearable anxiety, Yvesette's expression gradually turned cold.

The surrounding temperature also slowly dropped.

"Three hundred thousand, let me meet him."

On the other hand, Felit seemed unaware of Iveste's change at this moment, and continued to increase his bet calmly.

"Ferit." At this moment, Yvesette finally spoke, "If you mention this again, I will kill you."

Her eyes were cold, staring at the silver-haired young man like a knife.

Hearing this, a hint of surprise finally flashed in the eyes of the second prince Felit.

Then the corners of his mouth slowly rose: "It's getting more and more interesting, Yvesette."

"It seems that this guy holds an unusual position in your heart?"

"This is the first time I've seen you look like this for someone, my dear sister."

"It's just mysophobia." A trace of astonishment flashed across Ivester's eyes, but she hid it in an instant. "My things are mine, no one else can take them away. Even if they just touch them, I will chop off their hands."

"You are no exception, Ferit."

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Seeing this, Felit shook his head: "To be honest, I'm doing this for your own good."

"From what I know about you, this guy is probably forced to stay by your side." He didn't seem to be frightened by Yvesette's threat. "But how can such a person surrender from the bottom of his heart because of violence?"

"Even if you can force him to work for you now, one day he will use all means to leave you."

"When that happens, the positions will be reversed, and as the one chasing, what kind of interesting expression will you make?"

"Will you cover your face and cry like you did when we bullied you as a child?"

"Don't worry about it." Yvesette didn't seem to have taken his words to heart, and said coldly, "If there really comes a day when I face such a disobedient bad dog, I will strangle him to death with my own hands."

Felit shook his head: "I take back what I said."

"Yvesette, it seems that you haven't made any progress at all." He stared into her red eyes, "A guy with a twisted personality like you is not qualified to be the king."

"It's not you who's awesome, it's that guy."

"Yeah, it's not me who's powerful, it's that guy." Ivester said lightly, "So, as long as I have him, it's enough."

Hearing this, Felit was stunned for a few seconds, then sneered.

"Aren't you curious at all as to why I suddenly want to take him away from you?"

Hearing this, Yvesette slowly frowned.

At this moment, the Second Prince, who had looked calm and composed just now, suddenly changed his expression.

Iviste vaguely sensed an invisible and intangible malice from him.

"Perhaps you have been lax here for too long in the past few months since you left the imperial capital, and have forgotten the intrigues that once surrounded us." Felit's voice suddenly turned cold. "Or perhaps, you have become complacent because you have capable subordinates and the support of an elector."

"Actually, ever since you declared war on me in all seriousness just now, I've been wanting to laugh."

"Yvestel, Yvestel." Ferit's eyes flashed with a malicious look, "Since the day you were born, everyone has predicted that you would be the 'evil princess'."

“You are a person without a future.”

"Even if you now seem to have the capital and ability to catch up with us, this sentence still works."

"After all, you should not have forgotten why your father did not strangle you, the calamity star, to death in your cradle on the day you were born, right?"

Hearing this, Yvesette seemed to have some bad memories brought back.

A trace of pain flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously looked away, looking out the window without saying a word.

After a long silence, she said calmly, "Of course I won't forget."

"I am... a 'tool'."

"A 'tool' that has survived until now to help the Empire eliminate the hidden dangers."

On the day she was born, all newborns in the imperial capital, regardless of their wealth or status, died overnight.

The cardinal of the Tianli Church even predicted that she was cursed and was despised by the gods, and would bring endless destruction and disaster to the world in the future.

Under such circumstances, Saint Laurent VI still went against the opposition and allowed her to survive and raise her to adulthood.

Perhaps some people will sigh at how deep the love between father and daughter is.

But only princes and princesses like Felit who live in the royal family would understand that in such a cold and ruthless palace, family affection is the most impossible thing to exist.

There is only one reason why Saint Laurent VI could let Yvesette survive.

That is, the benefits she can bring far outweigh the resistance from the people and the upper class.

"Very good." Felit said coldly, "In that case, as a 'tool', you should stop daydreaming about those insignificant things all day long."

"This is not to knock you, this is to state a fact."

"Not only me, but also the nobles in the imperial capital, the church, and even those old guys in the Council of Elders think so."

"That's why I want to take that kid from you."

"Rather than wasting your life following someone who is destined to have no future, or even ending up with a torn corpse, it is better to choose another wise leader. He will definitely have a place in the history of the Saint Laurent Empire in the future."

Hearing this, Ivester was about to explode, but Felit raised his hand to stop her.

"Besides, I think you should be more worried about Lynn Bartleron right now." He sneered, "After all, even you will soon be in trouble. Do you have the time to care about other people?"

Hearing this, Yvesette was stunned for a few seconds.

Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, a hint of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

Seeing her like this, Felit slowly stood up from the sofa and put his hand into his pocket: "You guessed right."

"My main purpose for coming to Orne City this time is actually you."

As he spoke, he slowly placed another wax-stamped letter in front of Yvesette's desk.

"After learning that you had not successfully recovered the seal of the Creation Sect, our dear father, who was thousands of miles away in the imperial capital, flew into a rage in front of everyone."

Looking at the letter, for some reason, Yviste's face gradually turned pale.

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"You are clearly just a 'tool', but you are always so willful. Under normal circumstances, your father would still tolerate you."

"But guess what, if one day, even the obligations you should have fulfilled were thrown aside because of your willfulness, at that time, would your father still turn a blind eye to all this?"

Ivester did not respond to Ferit's words.

She stared at the letter on the table, then picked it up with trembling fingertips.

Looking at the familiar handwriting and the rebuke and anger between the lines, Yviste looked stunned.

I don’t know what was written in the letter that could make the princess’ face gradually lose color.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

But this time, it seemed a little depressing.

After a long silence, Iviste put down the letter in her hand, lowered her head and said, "What will happen if I refuse this mission?"

"You will be stripped of your status as the Third Princess and reduced to an ordinary noble." Ferit narrowed his eyes and conveyed Saint Laurent VI's order expressionlessly. "Of course, without this status, you will be expelled from the Holy Oak Organization and will no longer have the right to compete for the King's election."

Felit said indifferently.

"Of course, I personally suggest that you choose to refuse."

To him, Yvesette was never someone he could take seriously, and he never felt that her existence would be an obstacle to his path to becoming the king.

If you are a smart person, you will definitely refuse the order of Saint Laurent VI for your own safety.

But for Yvesette, this was something she couldn't do.

Because from the beginning to the end, her goal was the throne.

Even though not everyone is optimistic about my success, my determination has never changed.

"I accept."

After an unknown amount of time, Yvesette said softly.

But because she lowered her head, Ferit couldn't see her expression at the moment.

"Is this really okay?" He didn't seem surprised to hear Yvesette's answer. "This isn't the first time you've fulfilled your role as a 'tool'. You should know the risks better than anyone else."

"I remember that the last time we solved the dangerous hidden danger of that Level 1 Sealed Artifact, you were unconscious in bed for five months."

"Everyone thought you would never wake up again, but unexpectedly, you gave us a 'surprise' in the end."

"But what about this time? How long will you be unconscious? Will you have the same good luck as before?"

"Or, even if you barely wake up from the endless pain and torture, you will no longer be able to control the curse and be transformed into some kind of terrifying evil existence?"

“.”

Yvesette did not answer, but just clenched the envelope in her hand tightly.

At this moment, it took all her strength just to maintain her current appearance, and she was unable to answer Ferit's question.

The usually majestic Third Princess disappeared.

What replaced it was a soul full of pain and helplessness.

Perhaps, apart from the royal family, no one had ever seen her struggling and desperate.

Seeing her like this, Felit felt that he had conveyed most of his message and prepared to leave.

In his opinion, Yvesette never stood a chance.

If anyone is to blame, it's only Lin En, who gave her hope that didn't exist in the first place.

In the end, it hit rock bottom again.

This behavior is really cruel.

"Think about it carefully." Felit said without turning his head. "The boy from the Bartleron family is very interesting. The imperial capital is his real stage. There is no need to take such an inexplicable risk with you."

(End of this chapter)