White Dew Castle.
It was late at night.
It was early winter, and the weather was cold. There was a faint scent of night orchid in the air, silently soothing the anxious hearts of the people in the castle.
"Duchess!"
"Has Vincent not woken up yet?"
"Not yet …"
The Marquise's face was full of sorrow. She bit her lips and wanted to say something, but seeing the Duchess's serious expression, she did not dare to say anything.
"I'm going to perform a healing spell on the Marquis. You can leave first." The Duchess waved her hand.
"Yes."
The Marquise and the maids quietly left, leaving only the Duchess and Marquis Vincent in the room.
The Duchess sat down on the armchair next to the bed, quietly looking at her sleeping son.
Marquis Vincent lay on his back on the sickbed, his body covered with a pure white blanket. His face was as white as a sheet, and his breathing was weak, as if he would stop breathing in the next second. However, he did not take his last breath.
"My child … Why do you have to hold on so bitterly …" The Duchess reached out and gently stroked Marquis Vincent's face, her eyes full of distress and confusion, but they were quickly replaced by determination and indifference.
"Don't worry, mother will soon free you … Don't blame mother for being cruel, this is a necessary sacrifice. Only then can we win back the attention of our Lord. "
After saying that, the Duchess put her hands together and silently prayed. She then reached out her right hand and lightly touched Marquis Vincent's forehead, nose, and lips with her index finger.
A faint holy light spread from her fingertips, making Marquis Vincent's pale face instantly become incomparably holy.
If someone who understood the Church's divine arts were here, they would realize that what the Duchess was performing was not a healing spell, but a prayer spell that allowed the dead to rest in peace!
The holy light gradually dimmed, and the Duchess took out an exquisite small bottle from her bosom.
The bottle was a bottle of holy water, but only the Duchess knew what was inside.
But just as the Duchess was about to feed the water into Marquis Vincent's mouth, there was a sudden knock on the door.
The Duchess frowned and continued to feed the water into Marquis Vincent's mouth, then got up and opened the door.
"Didn't I say not to disturb me at this time?"
The butler apologized profusely, but still reported, "Madam, Miss Beatrice has just entered the city!"
"Beatrice …" The Duchess' expression changed, as if she had recalled a bad memory. She then walked out with a gloomy face.
Walking down the spiral staircase to the hall on the first floor, the Duchess happened to bump into Beatrice, who was coming in.
"Kate!"
"Beatrice!"
As soon as the two women met, sparks seemed to fly in the air.
The knight who was originally behind the duchess took a step forward. At the same time, he put his right hand on the sword at his waist and looked at Beatrice vigilantly.
It couldn't be helped. This young miss had a criminal record.
Beatrice rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "I haven't seen you for so many years, but you're still so timid."
"I haven't seen you for so many years, and you're still as rude as ever," the duchess retorted.
Beatrice pursed her lips and did not want to be entangled with the duchess. She asked the butler, "Where is my brother?"
The butler sighed and said with a sorrowful expression, "The Duke … I'm afraid he's already met with misfortune …"
"What!" Beatrice's eyes widened. She immediately grabbed the butler's collar and asked, "What the hell is going on!"
The butler had to tell the story of how the Blood Cavalry broke through the White Dew City with trepidation.
After listening to it, Beatrice seemed to have lost her soul. She stood there in a daze.
The duchess said coldly, "Beatrice, now you know the seriousness of the situation, right? Stay here and don't make any more trouble for me! "
After that, the duchess strode out.
Beatrice did not refute. She just let go of the butler's collar and stood there with her expression constantly changing.
The butler waited for a long time. Seeing that Beatrice had not moved, he suggested in a low voice,
"Miss Beatrice, I have ordered someone to tidy up your room. You have been tired from the journey. Why don't you wash up and rest first?"
Beatrice did not respond to the words.
Just when the butler did not know what to do, she finally spoke.
"You said that my brother had issued a conscription order to the lords south of the Alcis Mountains. Why didn't the Fiennes Family receive it?"
"It can't be. I personally helped the Duke organize the conscription order. One of them was sent to Skylark City! "
Beatrice narrowed her eyes and immediately realized that the conscription order should have been hidden by her good daughter-in-law.
The purpose of her doing so was not difficult to guess. She must have wanted to ambush Colin and his party from Tinder City first, and then lead the private army of the Fiennes Family to defeat the Blood Cavalry passing through Skylark City.
Unfortunately, before she could lead the army out of the city, she was killed by Beatrice who had learned the news.
This stupid woman!
She deserved to die!
Beatrice's heart was boiling with anger.
Although she had a lot of dissatisfaction with her brother, the Duke of Saint Prospero, his death still gave Beatrice a great blow.
Thinking of her agreement with Colin Angelo in Skylark City, Beatrice was shaken for a moment.
Did she really want to cooperate with the enemy who killed her brother?
What made her feel even more confused was the future of the Eastern Region.
No matter how mediocre the Duke of Saint Prospero was, at least he could control the situation. With him, the situation in the Eastern Region would not be too bad.
But now, with the death of the Duke of Saint Prospero, the problem of the heir immediately became obvious.
The eldest son, Vincent, still occupied the position of Marquis of the Eastern Region. It stood to reason that he should inherit the position of Duke. However, not long ago, the Duke of Saint Prospero, under the urging of some people, wantonly weakened the support of Marquis Vincent and began to support the second son, the Earl Of Avon.
As a result, the Earl Of Avon, who originally had no hope of inheriting the position of Duke, now had the confidence to compete with Marquis Vincent.
More importantly, the battle for the heir was similar to a duel. Once involved, it was impossible to withdraw before the life and death was determined.
Originally, Marquis Vincent might have been able to tolerate his younger brother who wasn't a threat to him, but after Evan revealed his intention to fight for the title of Duke, Marquis Vincent obviously wouldn't be so magnanimous anymore. Similarly, Count Evan wouldn't wait for his elder brother to inherit the title of Duke and then face the inevitable suppression and ostracization.
Coupled with the covetous Northern Frontier and the sinister Church … Beatrice's mind was in a mess for a moment.
"Miss Beatrice …" The butler saw that Beatrice was silent for a long time and could not help but remind her.
Beatrice came back to her senses and said, "You just said that Vincent was seriously injured in that battle?"
"Yes."
"Take me to see him."
"Yes."
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