Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 986 - 483: Ressia and Little Luoxi Meet Again, Did I Do Something Wrong? (4k)
"Beast!"
With a fierce shout, Florecia, her face wearing a smile of relief, saw the smoking gun in her hand knocked away as she herself was swept aside by a chilling light, her body gruesomely embedding into the wall, a gush of bright red blood spurting from her mouth.
Only then did the group of nobles start to panic, rising to check on Reyceria.
Their entire fortunes were staked on him.
If Reyceria died just like that, not to mention whether they could switch allegiances, what about the massive resources they had already invested?
Duke Moro, that miser, surely wouldn’t return them.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness."
"I was scared to death."
Some saw Duke Moro holding Reyceria, body not bearing an unharmed spot, his chest heaving rapidly, indicating he wasn’t completely dead yet.
It was good he wasn’t dead.
As long as he was still breathing, with their vast alliance of power, no matter the cost, they could still save Reyceria.
Duke Moro, too, felt a chill as he touched the irregular dent on his grandson’s forehead.
To prevent assassination by competitors, he had equipped Reyceria with the highest-tier trigger-activated defensive skills and several defensive Yuan Qi.
In that instant, all the defenses on Reyceria were nearly instantaneously breached. It was unimaginable how close this child, bearing their family’s hopes, came to death.
Who could have thought that his dearest granddaughter would commit such a ruthless act against her own brother?
Moro turned to look at the gun that fell to the ground.
A Lost Yuan Qi from the Pan Continent?
Who gave it to Florecia? And when?
Was it another power?
After confirming Reyceria’s life was out of danger, in a flash, the old duke’s mind conceived many ideas, pinpointing several families as suspects.
The Duke Kelly’s family was meanwhile dumbstruck.
Iro, belatedly realizing, asked his father, "Father, does this mean I won’t be getting married today after all?"
He looked regretfully at the red-haired girl pinned to the wall by Duke Moro using Divine Tree Power.
What a pity...
Slap!
Duke Kelly violently slapped his foolish son.
At a time like this, his son, his mind full of nonsense, was still thinking about women.
Even if he really married her, would he dare to consummate the marriage?
Even if Florecia didn’t die today, her fate wouldn’t be good.
If previously Florecia being infected by the Mutant Factor was unavoidable, and she was a victim, now the situation had changed to Florecia attempting to murder her own brother, an act of fratricide, a grievous sin, unforgivable, deserving of immediate execution.
She had completely lost her qualifications to marry into their family.
Next, it was up to Duke Moro to decide.
But it was clear, he knew what Duke Moro would do.
A fratricide criminal, a future Lord of the Country with boundless potential, the former had completely lost all value, having committed such a crazy act. If their roles were reversed, he would now execute her publicly to calm their allied nobles’ hearts...
That was what Duke Moro was thinking.
He looked at Florecia pinned to the wall by the Power of Divine Tree, his eyes as cold as eternal ice, devoid of any warmth.
"Grand... Grandfather."
Reyceria, constantly infused with the Power of Divine Tree, had finally regained consciousness and was slightly aware.
"Grand... Grandfather, let me have her, I want, I want to kill her—"
He was full of hatred.
Despite being Florecia’s own brother, he had merely wanted her to do some trivial things, to help win some strong allies, but Florecia not only kept fleeing but also used Mutation as a way to shirk responsibilities, delaying the advantageous timing, and today she nearly killed him in an ambush.
Florecia, hanging on the wall, suddenly hoarsely laughed miserably, "Grandfather, do you think the effect of the ’Wind of Freedom’ has ended?"
Duke Moro, startled, looked up and asked, "What do you mean?"
Someone nearby cried out in panic, "Lord Duke, Young Master Reylia, his face is deteriorating and breaking apart, quickly, go save him!"
"?!"
Duke Moro, his eyes near bursting, looked at Reyceria in his arms, seemingly getting better but then rapidly deteriorating, visibly fissured bloody cracks on his once handsome face.
Florecia, however, began to laugh joyfully yet her expression soon darkened again.
"How... boring."
Ignoring the resumed uproar below, enduring the intense pain both on and inside her body, through the semi-transparent skylight of the hall, she looked at the snowy white clouds in the sky, her golden vertical pupils faintly lighting up.
This was the end of her story.
Sorry Mu Yu, I might have implicated you again.
Little Luoxi... if someone else had found you back then, would everything have been different today?
"Reylia, hold on!"
"Bring all the medicines now!"
Below, Duke Moro, feeling the life slipping from Reylia, almost crazed, directed the gathered crowd.
