at last
Tiff paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, I remember when I was a child, I came to the Duke's mansion and unexpectedly saw portraits of my mother and grandfather. At that time, my mother was wearing a plain dress."
Duke Chris seemed to remember something, but he quickly came to his senses and said, "Please sit down."
"Do you know how I figured it out?"
"Because I usually like to wear brightly colored clothes?"
“Yes,” said Duke Chris. “Actually, your mother also liked to wear bright clothes, just like you. The one in the photo you saw was because she was throwing a tantrum at me, so she wore that kind of dress.”
“Is that so…” Tiffany murmured.
Duke Chris wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "I think you came here not just to hear about your mother's past, but also."
“Yes, I want you to help me obtain…” Tiff paused slightly, then said tactfully, “Power, supreme power.”
The moment the word "supreme" is uttered, even a fool should know what Tiffany means.
He glanced at Tiffany and said, “What preparations have you made? If you’re not well prepared, I will never let the Chris family take any risks, even if you are my granddaughter.”
“There are always risks in these kinds of things,” Tiff said with a smile. “However, I never do anything I’m not sure of. I founded Red Tower myself.”
The Duke paused as he was about to pick up his teacup, "...You are just as ruthless as your father."
“I’m not like him,” Tiff said calmly.
"So how do you plan to rise to power, to become as infamous as Willie?"
“Like the king, alter the edict and eliminate all royal blood.”
"you…"
Will you help me?
The Duke stared at her for a few seconds. "Besides Lina, who else is your helper?"
"Duke Belanovic, eldest daughter of Duke Holzler."
"You actually convinced that old man to make a deal involving the entire family, didn't you?"
"yes."
"Then you have promised him your position, what about the Strych family?"
"The three major families should no longer exist."
"Crossing the river and then dismantling the bridge?"
“No, it’s for the future of Inolier.” Tiffany smiled. “So, will you help me?”
"I am also doing this for the future of Enolier."
Tiff didn't say anything, but took a sip of her tea.
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The situation in the city was becoming increasingly tense, and the king was becoming more and more wary of Hicks. Whenever he looked at Hicks, he would think of the hand holding the sword in his dream. Ever since Wayne's attempt to usurp the throne failed, his sleep quality had been poor.
He couldn't take it anymore after waking up from another nightmare, so he secretly summoned Tiff to the palace and ordered her to kill Hicks.
This time, Tiff didn't let the Red Tower's men attack the palace first. She planned to eliminate Hicks, her biggest threat, first, and then deal with them slowly.
She had prepared everything long before the king summoned her to the palace.
They led their men into the Demon Tower, broke through the barrier, and threw the tower into chaos.
She teleported to Hicks's room, where Hicks stood by the window watching the farce below. The moment she landed, Hicks sensed something was wrong.
“Tiff?” He narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing with all these people so late at night?”
Tiff forced an innocent smile. "The King ordered the execution of Hicks, the Lord of the Magic Tower!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a bolt of lightning grazed Hicks' side and struck the ground.
Hicks, who had dodged the attack, kept a wary eye on Tiffany, but he didn't make a move.
He felt the chill behind him as an ice blade pierced from behind, and dodged to Tiff's side.
Hicks kicked her in the stomach, Tiff kicked his foot away, and the two started fighting.
“Hicks, do you know which kind of person is the most pitiful?” Tiff said after dodging Hicks’s attack. “Everything they think they know is just a pawn in someone else’s game.”
What do you want to say?
Tiff released a ball of fire and, taking advantage of Hicks' distraction, whispered in his ear, "Your rebirth was orchestrated by me."
Hicks paused for a moment, then continued fighting with Tiffany, "What are you talking about?"
“I’m telling you, from the very beginning, your rebirth was part of my plan.” While he was still absorbed in this, Tiffany slapped him on the chest.
Hicks was forced to retreat repeatedly, blood gushing from his mouth.
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
"Don't believe me?" Tiffany curled her lips. "Then think back carefully, how were you reborn, and what was the method of rebirth?" Tiffany's eyes, which had been smiling, now turned completely cold.
"How is it? You don't have a single memory of it."
Hicks's face was grim. He tried to recall his memories of being reborn, but they were like a fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
“So?” Tiffany curled her lips into a smile and stepped toward Hicks.
Hicks saw her approach and tried to use magic but found he couldn't. He looked at Tiff in disbelief, "You…"
“There won’t be a next time, Hicks.” Tiffany grabbed his hair and smiled gently at him. “If I were you, I would kill the enemy when he is weak. Torturing him is just making trouble for yourself.”
"No…"
The blade pierced his body, and when it was pulled out, thick blood clung to the blade. Hicks collapsed to the ground, panting.
Tiff separated a wisp of consciousness, and a heart appeared in her palm—the Heart of Hess.
She smeared the blood from the dagger onto her heart, but there was no reaction. "Strange, how could this be?"
At that moment, the ring on Hicks's hand glittered. Tiff took the ring off his hand and tentatively placed it on the Heart of Hess. The Heart of Hess flickered a few times and suddenly shone with a dazzling light.
A figure appeared in the room. The figure was blurry, but Tiff recognized him at a glance as the elf who had guarded the Heart of Hess in Simon.
At this point, Tiff knew she had succeeded. She put away the Heart of Hess, and the figure disappeared as well. Then she looked at Hicks and slowly squatted down. "So it needs to be paired with a ring to activate. Luckily you bought this ring, otherwise this would have been a waste."
Tiff sent a telepathic message to Margaret, asking her to deal with Hicks. Only after seeing Margaret in person did Tiff leave, feeling relieved.
When Tiff broke into the magic tower, she had the people of the Red Tower surround the palace.
Now we can use the pretext of protecting the king to lead troops into the palace.
At Tiff's specific instruction, several people were locked up in solitary confinement.
The king was sitting on the floor of the palace, surrounded by masked men from the Red Tower who wouldn't let him move.
Until a familiar voice rang out.
"Your Majesty, the Demon Tower Master Hicks has been eliminated."
He stared wide-eyed and slowly raised his head. "...Tiff, what happened to you..."
He glanced at the group of people who seemed oblivious to Tiffany's arrival, and suddenly realized, "You're Victoria from the Red Tower!"
"Hush, Your Majesty, you should care more about him than who I am," Tiff said, pointing to a masked man standing not far from the king.
She patted his shoulder under his puzzled gaze, then grabbed his neck, and in his terrified eyes, he gradually lost consciousness.
No one around her was surprised that Tiff had killed one of her own.
Tiff dragged him by the collar to the king, then grabbed him by the back of the neck and ripped off his mask, revealing Dorian.
The king said with disgust, "What are you trying to do now?"
Tiff raised an eyebrow and looked at Dorian's face. "Don't you think he looks a lot like someone?"
At first, the king didn't think anything of it, until Tiffany spoke up.
"He's your... um, brother's son, so what should we call him?"
Seeing the king's pale face, Tiffany continued, "I remember now, I should call him nephew."
She threw the body into the king's arms, and as the king recoiled in fright, she sneered.
A sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he shouted, "The king was killed by Red Tower Dorian, the son of the king's elder brother."
The king stopped in his tracks and roared, "You can't do this! The other dukes won't let you get away with this!"
With a "thud," the longsword pierced his body. "You think I care about what they think?"
She moved closer to him, saying, "I'll kill anyone who tries to stop me."
After wiping the blood off the sword, she turned and walked toward Luya's dwelling.
Pushing open her bedroom door, Luya was still sitting in front of her dressing table, putting on her sparkling earrings.
Tiff leaned against the doorway, watching her get dressed.
In modern times, she also likes to dress up, but she is a bit slow, so every time Tiff plays for half an hour and then looks for her, she has to wait for more than ten minutes before she can go out.
She always has an excuse to explain her slowness.
Finally, she put down the comb in her hand and stood up from her seat.
Tiff took a few steps forward, and the door was closed by Dope. There was no one in the room; she hadn't asked anyone to watch over Luya.
Luya watched as Tiff stood not far from her, slowly walking towards her.
One step, two steps, three steps...
The forced smile on her face couldn't be maintained, and the closer she got, the more tears welled up in her eyes.
Until she stood in front of Tiffany, she finally couldn't hold back anymore, and tears fell drop by drop, like pearls.
"Are you going to kill me again?"
"Hate me." She raised her longsword, about to stab her, but just as it was about to fall, she grabbed her wrist.
"Cut my throat, it hurt so much when a dagger stabbed me in my past life..."
She grabbed Tiff's wrist and placed the cold sword against her neck. "I know you have a very good memory, so remember me forever, even in death."
A tear slid down the blade and onto the back of Tiffany's hand.
Tiff's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, then she exerted a little force, and a gash was slashed across her neck, from which blood flowed uncontrollably.
Tiff helped her up and gently placed her on the ground. It wasn't until tears dripped onto Luya's face that she realized she was crying.
Many memories of their time in the modern world flashed through her mind, and she realized that she had not forgotten these memories.
Stepping out of the palace, Tiffany was greeted by dark clouds, lightning, thunder, and a downpour. One clap of thunder after another echoed through the sky as she wiped the raindrops from her face.
After killing Murray and Carrier, she ascended the throne with the support of the dukes.
After taking power, she completed her deal with Margaret and then summoned the Elf King.
She resurrected all the elves, generously informing the whole world of this news, sharing the elves with everyone, including enemy nations. She made the elves monitor their masters for her, and everyone was under her control.
—The End—
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