Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 978 - 480 Florecia’s Rebellion, History Still Moves Forward (4k)_2
But these years, Brother Luo and Grandfather have been watching her too closely, and she has lost any opportunity to leave Praying City.
The most disgusting thing is that, every so often, the eldest son of Duke Kelly’s family would come here to bother her.
She can’t simply refuse to meet him; otherwise, Grandfather and Brother Luo would both come to lecture her. She didn’t mind being scolded, but Mu Yu might get dragged into it because of her, and now that she can’t even see Mu Yu—Grandfather won’t allow her to take care of her anymore...
Squeak—
The door was gently pushed open.
Florecia did not turn around.
At this time, there were only two people who could enter her room.
Reyceria Moro, the only grandson of Old Duke Moro, the heir to the position of Duke of Praying City, was also one of the candidates for the Lord of the Golden Kingdom.
"Uncle Kelly and Younger Brother Iro are coming, and we need to prepare to go out to meet them."
Reyceria walked over, patted her shoulder, and said gently, "Sister, you have been through a lot these days. Once Brother becomes the Lord of the Country, you can divorce or do whatever you want, I will firmly stand behind you."
Florecia turned her head, but only looked at him with indifferent eyes.
Firmly... ha.
If it were really firm, would it have to wait until then?
Why can’t you stand behind me now?
Besides, Brother, can you really become the Lord of the Country?
I heard that this time there are particularly many candidates, a full thirteen of them. Those candidates must also be using their ways to form alliances, preparing for a big move on the day of the election, right?
The matter is not yet settled.
My own relatives are eager to sell me off.
Have they never considered what would happen if they fail?
"Ressia, you understand Brother’s intentions, right?"
Reyceria raised his hand, showing his sister the number—07 in his palm, smiling and saying, "Whether our Moro Family can take a step forward will depend on me, Brother, and on you, Sister. Our names will be engraved at the forefront of the family ancestral hall’s genealogy stele."
Florecia still did not speak.
Even if it really succeeds, the name carved there will only be yours.
Do I deserve it?
Years of travel have made her realize that many things in the world are not so wonderful.
She is no longer the naïve and innocent young girl she once was.
Reyceria went on self-indulgently: "There’s another thing, during the engagement ceremony later, Sister, don’t show Brother Iro a bad attitude. I know you don’t like him, he’s a playboy, true, but Brother was also a playboy, you know. However, after marrying your sister-in-law, Brother settled down. You should know that commoners have no right to inherit the bloodline of us nobles, so Iro’s legal wife will only be you."
"I simply do not care about these things."
Florecia finally spoke, "I don’t give a damn whether that Iro is a playboy or not; I just don’t like him, that’s all. The way he looks at me just makes me want to vomit!"
"Sigh... bear with it, Sister, just bear with it," Reyceria said earnestly. "Forbearance is essential for big plans to succeed. No matter how much you hate him, Sister, you have to endure it for now. Other powers are more prepared than we are, we must secure the support of Duke Kelly to stand a chance of victory."
"How do you expect me to endure..."
Florecia’s words abruptly cut off.
She knew her brother would not listen to her opinions.
Whether it was him or Grandfather, they only thought about themselves; they never considered her.
Reyceria thought his sister had come to a realization and said with a smile, "Have the maid dress you up nicely. Duke Kelly and Lady Kelly will both see you later, and remember, Sister, to wear high heels. Although you have a beautiful face and figure, you’re a bit short, looking like a little girl from behind."
After Reyceria left, Florecia stood up and looked down.
Her toes were hidden by the starkly white fabric, invisible to her.
High heels, huh.
I just won’t wear them. What are you going to do about it?
She also intended to dress herself in a deliberately shabby and dirty way.
That was the only form of resistance she could muster.
Thump thump!—
The door was knocked on again.
Several old maids entered, and before Florecia could ask them what they wanted, they knelt down as soon as they came in, their heads banging heavily on the floor, trembling as they said:
"Miss Ressia, Young Master Reylia has ordered us to dress you up. If he is not satisfied with your appearance afterward, he will execute us and our families. Please, give us a chance to live!"
Florecia: "..."
A strange emotion was gradually brewing in her heart.
No, this emotion had been brewing for a long time, it just hadn’t found an opportunity to burst forth.
Subsequently, the old maids were granted permission and began to dress and make up Florecia.
An hour later, the makeup was finished.
An old maid, combing Florecia’s hair from the back, said with a smile, "The young miss is truly a striking beauty."
In the mirror, her red hair shone like a blazing flame, her delicate face was like a painting, her contours elegant, her skin smooth and tight, her figure voluptuous and alluring. Even those like Gay who preferred men would probably lose themselves for a second or two at the sight of her.
