Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 985 - 482: The Girl Who Yearns for Freedom, Trusts You as Always, Star Bell (4.8kk)_3
The leader was a young man with golden hair and blue eyes, dressed in snow-white clothes, glowing so intensely it almost seemed like he was radiating light.
"Brother Iro, long time no see."
Reyceria, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately greeted him.
Iro smiled and said, "Long time no see, Reylia. Where is your sister?"
Reyceria also smiled and said, "She’s getting made up. Today, Ressia, of course, wants to meet you, Brother Iro, looking her prettiest."
"How beautiful..."
Iro thought about the girl from last year who had fainted and felt a bit hot under the collar.
Her beauty was undeniable, and her figure was explosively attractive; despite being a bit short, she was practically better than all the women he had ever been with.
But height was insignificant.
He occasionally indulged in younger ones.
At that time, he thought she was almost within his grasp, only for her to end up in a state where one could look but not touch; even if he married her, he dared not touch her. Dragon Species variants were the most troublesome kind.
Never mind, after bringing her back, trying out other ways would do.
He had long wanted to touch those ample parts.
"Let’s go, don’t keep the hosts waiting too long," Duke Kelly said from behind him.
"Yes, father."
Iro led the way with a smile.
Soon, they arrived at the extravagantly decorated hall.
There, Duke Moro sat comfortably, with representatives from the various family factions present on both sides to observe and give gifts. The old man’s hair had even been dyed black; he looked exceptionally spirited today.
"Hello, Grandfather Moro."
Iro bowed slightly to the old man.
Duke Moro laughed and said, "Ha ha ha, my dear son-in-law, are you tired? Come have some fruit first?"
Iro, shaking his head and smiling, said, "Not tired. I just can’t wait to marry sister Ressia, then I won’t feel tired at all."
"Ha ha ha."
The old man’s hearty laughter spread throughout the hall, making everyone laugh along.
Duke Kelly said with pretended displeasure, "Old man, stop laughing. It’s time for our bride to make her appearance. Where’s the bride?"
"Here comes the bride!"
Someone shouted from outside.
A beautiful girl in a white wedding dress walked in slowly, her fiery red hair falling over her magnificent chest, and her delicate face becoming incredibly charming and seductive thanks to the makeup artists.
Iro’s eyes brightened.
She was getting more beautiful by the minute, and he could hardly hold himself back, knowing the risks involved.
"Hello, uncles and aunts, Duke and Lady Kelly, hello Iro."
After entering, Florecia bowed to greet the guests in the hall.
This pleased Duke Moro greatly.
No matter what, she was still his granddaughter. Although she had gone astray, making this contribution to the road to the throne for her dear grandson in the last part of her life was considered fulfilling.
Duke Kelly smiled in response, his heart heavy with sighs.
He truly did want such a daughter-in-law.
What a pity.
Only after her death could Iro remarry.
Reyceria feigned anger, "You’re bowing to the uncles but not to your grandfather and me, your brother. Ressia, your manners are lacking."
The guests quickly laughed, saying the bride was showing them respect as guests.
"I’m coming."
Florecia, with a smile on her face, walked over to the main seat beside her grandfather, touching his wrinkled old face, and sweetly said, "Grandpa, you’ve aged, haven’t you? I really wish you could become young again, like when I was little."
"Good, good, you’re finally growing up," Duke Moro said, barely able to stop smiling.
It seemed like this child suddenly changed overnight.
Or did she have some kind of plan?
But whatever she did, she was getting married today, no matter what; even if they had to knock her unconscious and take her away to Silver City.
After releasing her hand, Florecia walked over to Reyceria. Looking at her own brother, who felt both familiar and yet like a stranger, she still maintained her sweet smile, also reaching out her hand.
Reyceria watched her with a smile on his face.
At the same time, he sneered inwardly.
Knowing she couldn’t resist, she must be putting on an act.
But his face still held a teasing smile as he said, "Sister, you’ve blessed our grandfather, what about me?"
"There’s also one for you."
Florecia said softly, "Ressia hopes that in another world, brother, you might also ascend to the throne?"
"Thank you for your blessing... Huh?"
Reyceria’s smiling face suddenly froze.
In his line of sight, a small gun barrel was aimed directly at his eye.
Bang!—
A terrifying wave of Yuan Su burst from the gun barrel, causing a monstrous storm that engulfed everything in front of it, tearing apart even the five-layer defensive Skill instantly.
The laughter of the guests throughout the hall solidified on their faces, until Duke Moro roared furiously, snapping them back to reality.
This was the decision of a girl longing for freedom, understanding she would never attain it, a decision bordering on madness.
She couldn’t kill her grandfather, but she had a chance with this brother, given the power of the gun.
Whatever the outcome, she wouldn’t live past this.
But that didn’t matter.
Because death, too, was a form of freedom.
