"… Not … Dead … Haha …"
Delfien clasped Brando's wrist with both hands. Her fingertips curled as if she was trying to pry his hand away from her snow-white neck. Her chest expanded, and an almost inaudible gasp came from her throat.
Her dark purple eyes, which were different from the people of the Empire, quickly became unfocused. Her pupils dilated, and a rainbow-like color appeared in her eyes. The light gradually dimmed. She used the last of her strength to slap her steel-like arm, and the veins on the back of her almost transparent hand bulged ferociously.
The will of darkness dominated Brando's mind and thoughts. His eyes reflected the cold light of the magic crystal in the room, and the pale and distorted face of the prime minister's daughter was reflected in it. She opened her mouth wide, revealing her snow-white teeth, pink tongue, throat, and tonsils. The lack of oxygen made her mouth open and close like a fish on a chopping board.
Brando's twisted heart was somewhat satisfied with this scene. This vicious woman deserved to meet Lady Martha in her ugliest state. This was a trial and a punishment, not only for the Roman, but also for the thousands of people who died in the disaster.
But when he thought of the word 'trial', Brando's heart cleared. The arrogant face of the Silver Queen appeared in front of him. Although the illusion disappeared in an instant, it still made him break out in a cold sweat.
His anger subsided a little. He suddenly realized that his actions were no different from those he despised. If he let his anger run wild and killed this woman, then what difference was there between his actions and those of a wild beast?
Thinking of this, Brando's tense muscles relaxed a little.
The prime minister's daughter seemed to have found a trace of salvation in the endless abyss. She breathed desperately, as if she wanted to squeeze the last bit of air into her lungs. She let out a whimper, and Brando soon felt cold tears falling on the back of his hand.
"When you cry, you don't think that the people you hurt are also crying because of you …"
Delfien shook her head weakly. In the darkness, the girl's pale face was full of weakness and pity. Brando looked at the woman, unsure whether she was too afraid or just pretending. He deeply understood that this woman was carefully dressed up for a disguise and a lie. This knowledge made him a little cold-hearted, and he turned a blind eye to this scene.
"… The Roman … She's … not … dead …"
The Prime Minister's daughter stared blankly ahead. The lack of oxygen had nearly blinded her. Her hair was dripping wet and drooping on her forehead. She was sweating profusely, completely soaking her clothes and sticking her back to the damp cabin.
But when she opened her mouth, she held her center of gravity, and almost gritted her teeth to squeeze out the last word.
Brando was shocked. and he subconsciously let his hand, and let's, Delfie fell to the floor like a pile of mud.
"How did you know?"
The prime minister's daughter lowered her head and painfully covered her neck. There was a circle of purple bruises on her snow-white, slender neck, but she did not dare to waste time. Her voice was a little hoarse as she answered.
"She … is … Dusk …"
But Brando did not care about her pain at all. He directly grabbed her collar and lifted her up from the floor. "Who told you all this?"
He did not believe that Delfien had found the answer by herself. Her knowledge and strength were not qualified to do this, unless she was also a transmigrator. But this prime minister's daughter was obviously not.
"I … saw …"
"You saw?"
Brando grabbed the woman's collar and pressed her against the cabin wall with his arm. He said in a low voice, "Do you think I will believe you, Miss Delfien? There is a limit to people's trust. We once gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."
"… I … saw … it … with my own eyes. I … also know … your secret …" Delfien lowered her head in despair, and her mouth opened and closed as she answered.
Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
But Brando still heard it.
He was horrified and shocked. "What secret?"
Delphine raised her head and tried her best to lean into his ear. She panted slightly and said softly, "Don't worry.
"… The … Amber … Sword."
Brendel furrowed his brows when he felt her breath on his earlobe, but he sighed in relief. [At least it isn't that secret.]
But Delfien's words still made him fall into silence. "Did she really see it? How did this woman see it?"
After a moment of silence, Brando said coldly, "… You want to bargain with me?"
Delfien shook her head weakly.
"I know … what kind of … person … you are, Count … Sir, I only ask … for a fair … trial …"
Brando looked at the woman coldly, loosened his hand, and shook his head. "I didn't intend to kill you myself, but you will get the trial you deserve. When we return to Abies, I will hand you over to Her Royal Highness. Even if he is an unforgivable criminal, I will give him the dignity he deserves —"
After saying this, he seemed to have relaxed.
Brando pursed his lips tightly. To be honest, he wanted to kill this woman with his sword, or just choke her to death in anger.
But at the last moment, he came to his senses, which made him somewhat regretful, but also somewhat glad.
He deeply understood that he did not have the right to do so.
He could take anyone's life on the battlefield, but he could not easily judge anyone. He had such power and authority, but the more he understood this, the more carefully he restrained the dark side in his heart.
The higher one was, the more accustomed one was to controlling the fate of others, the easier it was to be blinded by power. The Silver Queen was not far from Yin Jian, and her end was enough to make one wary.
Brando did not wish for the day to come when it was not only his enemies, but also the people around him who would be harmed by him. The Sage Realm was not only about power, but also the understanding of power itself. After all, this was the goodwill Martha had given to mortals. Otherwise, how different would it be from Dusk?
The darkness quieted down, leaving only the soft breathing of a man and a woman.
But in the darkness, Brando saw a bright light flash in Delfien's light purple eyes. After spending some time with her, he understood what it meant.
"Delfien, I know what you're thinking, but I'm not pedantic. If the Nidevan family dares to interfere with the trial, I don't mind letting the Empire lose a noble family with a long history."
Delfien looked up like lightning, biting her lower lip as she looked at him.
"… You want me to die that badly, Count?"
"You deserve it, Madam."
"…"
"… What if I'm one of your people?"
After a short moment of silence, the Prime Minister's daughter's somewhat low voice came from the darkness.
"What?" Brando was stunned. Before he could react, he felt a pair of slender arms hugging him from behind.
Then, a hot body hugged him tightly.
"… Don't you want to save the Roman lady, Count?" Delfien looked up, her eyes frighteningly bright in the darkness. She put her chin on his shoulder and said breathlessly, "I can make up for my mistakes …"
"What do you want to say, Miss Delfien?" Brando did not move, and asked coldly.
"The Mystery of the Emerald, my Lord."
Brando's heart skipped a beat. Although he had expected this answer, he did not dare to believe it so easily. He felt as if a poisonous snake had coiled around him and spat out apricots. "Do you think I'll believe you again, Miss Delfien?"
"If I were your woman …" The Prime Minister's daughter breathed hot air into Brando's neck.
"Is it the same for Mr. Elman?"
Delfien let out a whimper like an injured beast. Brando could feel her nails digging into his back. He could not help but suck in a breath of cold air, thinking that he had brought this upon himself.
He instinctively wanted to push this venomous woman away, but when he lowered his head, he saw a glaring red. The Prime Minister's daughter had bitten her lip, and blood flowed down from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto his chest like stars.
"My clothes …"
Brando could not help but complain in his heart, but he shook his head. He did not want to be so calculative with a woman. Even if she deserved it, she should not be ridiculed for no reason.
"I'm sorry, Miss Delfien. It was a slip of the tongue."
He placed his hand on the Prime Minister's daughter's shoulder, wanting to separate her, but Delfien held on to him tightly and whispered, "Take me, my Lord Count …"
"Are you crazy, Miss Delfien?"
"I'm not crazy. This is the only way you can trust me, my Lord Count. If you want to save your fiancée, you can only trust me — "
She said in a hoarse voice, "You don't have much time, and neither do I. Can you trust me one last time?"
Delphine pressed her face against his body. The hair on her forehead was wet and drooped on her jade-like forehead. Sweat slid down the tip of her nose. She said softly, but her tone was very calm.
Brando felt Delfien's hand fumbling for something on the bed behind him, but he did not pay much attention to it. He shook his head and said, "That's impossible, Miss Delfien. If you really want to atone for your sins, I have other ways …"
But before he could finish, Delphine had already stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, blocking his mouth.
Brando's eyes widened. He felt a cold liquid pass through Delfien's mouth.
The purple eyes of the Prime Minister's daughter met his gaze, and they were filled with pride.
… …
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