Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 981 - 481: Despairing Ressia, Star Bell: Trash Fish, Come and Take a Beating! (4k)_2
She looked at Florecia and smiled, saying, "You’ve become what you are today partly because of my responsibility. This is another gift I have for you, Miss."
Then, the young maid stepped back.
Florecia did not call to stop her.
It was only after the door had shut that she walked over and picked up the item the maid had left on the floor.
She looked at the object in her hand with some confusion—it seemed to be a small firearm-type Yuan Qi.
This type of Yuan Qi did not exist in the Mang Continent; if it did, it was from the Tiangong Country in the Pan Continent.
Was the old maid suggesting that she use the gun on herself?
Attached to the gun was a note filled with words.
"To the respected Miss Florecia, this is a gun crafted by a craftsman from Tiangong Country. It is one of the top ten famous guns of the Pan Continent from the last century—Freedom Wind. The bullets have been fixed since the day it was made, and cannot be replenished. There is still one bullet left, and you are free to decide how to use it."
"Why..."
Florecia could feel the immense energy contained within the small firearm.
Who was behind that maid?
Why would they give her such a powerful Yuan Qi?
What did they want her to do?
"Freedom Wind, huh?"
The name was simple and clear.
Freedom, like the wind.
But she couldn’t possibly leave her home, which was like a demon’s lair.
What could she do alone?
Even Mu Yu was no longer by her side.
Squeak—
"Ressia, have you finished your meal?"
As the door opened and Reylia’s voice resonated, Florecia’s body shuddered slightly, then she swiftly stuffed the gun into her bosom and straightened her clothes.
Thankfully she was amply endowed; the small Yuan Qi was completely concealable. Otherwise, being discovered would be troublesome.
She wondered what her brother was here for today.
Since that incident, her brother had only visited a couple of times at the beginning, each time scolding her in a tone of bitter disappointment and then stopped coming.
Florecia picked up the food basket, walked to the table, and turned to look at the striking red-haired man who entered. She spoke indifferently, "I was just about to eat, Brother. Is there something you needed today?"
"Is there not anything I can come to visit my sister for?"
Reyceria sighed deeply and said, "Sister, you do not know how much the actions you took last year have reduced our family’s chances of success, causing our relations with Duke Kelly’s family to come to a standstill. Brother Iro and his family are very saddened by what has happened to you. By now, you should have been married and might have even had children, but instead, it has come to this."
"Oh, then what?"
Florecia lightly stroked the scales on the back of her hand, casually replying.
Seeing his sister had been confined for a year without any sign of repentance, Reyceria’s face darkened, and he said angrily,
"Do you think that by becoming a Variant, you can escape your responsibilities?"
Everyone thought that Florecia had been infected with Mutant Factor because of a competitor’s underhanded tactics.
Only members of the Duke Moro family knew, although a spy from a competitor had indeed infiltrated their mansion, it was Florecia herself who had made the choice.
To prevent enemy attacks within the city, both she and he had Alerting Skills ready, which could have allowed their grandfather to transport and kill the enemy immediately if she had activated the Skill.
Yet she had chosen to use the Mutation blood offered by the enemy purely to avoid that perfectly fitting marriage.
This utterly selfish act for the family, if not for Florecia being his own sister, had sometimes driven him to thoughts of strangling her.
Florecia furrowed her brows and said, "I am already a Variant, what else do you expect me to do?"
No noble would marry a woman who was a Mutation Patient.
For fun, it might be permissible providing precautions were taken, but even though she was now a Variant, her other identity as the granddaughter of Duke Moro was indelible.
Marrying her would mean he could neither touch her nor ignore her; he would need to revere her.
Therefore, logically, no one should desire her.
"I have some good news for you."
Reyceria’s tone was no longer superficially gentle but rather, he sneered, "Brother Iro has still decided to marry you—the woman who cannot bear children and won’t live many more years, even if it tarnishes his future reputation."
"What did you say?"
Florecia’s pupils dilated.
Her complex emotions became even more mixed.
Even now, would they still not let her go?
Why must it be her?
"I... but I am a Mutation Patient..." she said helplessly.
"Ha."
Reyceria walked up to the table and roared in frustration, "Do you realize now the extent of the foolishness of your actions? You could have had a better future, but you completely ruined yourself! But... it doesn’t matter. After all, between our two families, we only need the identity you represent. Brother Iro is willing to lower himself to accept you, so you had better use the rest of your life wisely to make up for your foolish actions!"
With tears in her eyes, Florecia said, "Lowering himself... Why do you not feel that I am the one being wronged?"
