manynovel Chapter 67 Return
Chapter 67 Return
Cecilia was momentarily unsure whether to dwell on Vanillari's impression of her as a cute junior or to still be bothered by her use of the word "Barbatos".
Perhaps because she had been agonizing over Wendy's identity for so long last night, she didn't even have the energy to be surprised by Wendy's identity as the Wind Goddess today. It can only be said that if the trial hadn't blurred her memory, she might have guessed it much earlier.
Meanwhile, Vanilla and Wendy's conversation continued.
Wendy rubbed her eyes, still confused about what Vanillari was up to this morning: "I usually sleep with her, is there something wrong with that?"
"Wrong?" Cecilia felt the veins on Vanillari's forehead were about to bulge. "Of course it's wrong everywhere! Men and women shouldn't touch each other, don't you know that? You were just an elemental spirit back then, so of course you could sleep with Cecilia, but not now!"
Wendy grumbled, forced to get out of bed: "Honestly, don't they give your new god any respect at all?"
Vanilla's ears are very sharp; upon hearing this, she tightened her clenched fist.
Of course she knew she should show respect to the gods, especially since the person in front of her had blown away the snow for them. But what elder could put on a good face when faced with someone who had taken their family's cabbage?
She, of course, couldn't either: "Excuse my bluntness, but luckily you are our god, otherwise you would only have one fate right now, which is to be kicked off here by me."
"And you, Cecilia, stop hiding over there. If you're done washing up, come out and have breakfast." Vanilla glanced at where Cecilia was, and she then walked out from behind the wall, looking embarrassed.
Since they hadn't expected someone to come looking for them in the dark, Vanilla only prepared two breakfasts. They even made sure Cecilia's neck injury was covered by a bowl of easy-to-eat porridge.
Logically speaking, demons shouldn't need to eat, but since even wind spirits can enjoy drinking, it's not entirely incomprehensible that a demon would enjoy eating.
At least when Cecilia saw Wendy's pitiful eyes, she really wanted to feed him, but—
She glanced at Vanilla, feeling that if she actually dared to share her breakfast with Wendy, she would be even angrier.
As the old saying goes, her emotions, which she thought she had hidden well, were all too obvious in Vanilla's eyes.
The mistress sighed, and, wanting to avoid seeing it, used the urgent need for reconstruction as an excuse to finish her breakfast as quickly as possible.
Cecilia was stunned. Seeing this, she also planned to speed up her eating, but was stopped by Vanilla.
"Don't rush, you can eat slowly. I'll arrange for someone to clear the table later, or if you want to go for a walk, you can take your dishes to the kitchen yourself." She paused, then looked at Wendy, "You'll be with her, right?"
"Of course!" Wendy agreed without any hesitation.
So Cecilia was inexplicably forced to choose the second option, even though she had initially planned to go for a walk, something just felt off...
Regardless, after Vanilla left, she finally dared to communicate with Wendy.
She found a piece of paper: "Would you like to try some? The chef the mistress hired is very skilled; the food is delicious, but I've already eaten this bowl..."
Before she could finish writing, Wendy shook her head vigorously: "No, I was just thinking how nice it would be if I could feed you."
Cecilia: Huh?
She was a little confused, completely unable to understand why Wendy would suddenly have such an idea.
Wendy explained with a smile, "Look, you're injured, how can you do something as tiring as feeding yourself? Let me feed you!"
Cecilia: ...
She chose to drink the rest of the bowl, which made Wendy unhappy. She puffed out her cheeks and muttered, "How heartless!"
Cecilia pretended not to hear and, after finishing her meal, prepared to go outside for a walk.
Although she was still angry at her behavior, Wendy found a way to back down: "Wait for me, I promised Vanilla would stay with you, you can't expect me to go out in this outfit, can you?"
Indeed, the scene was too beautiful for Cecilia to imagine.
Wendy rummaged through her closet and pulled out a few unisex clothes, quickly changed into them, and followed her to the kitchen to return the tableware.
The Lawrence family mansion was large, but it looked rather empty from the inside, and Cecilia knew why.
The Gunnhild and Legnford families spent most of their funds on pre-war preparations, leaving the burden of post-war reconstruction to fall on the Lawrence family. After all, Vanilla had not actually participated in the war, and even though Cecilia had been given the Lawrence family name, it would not be easy for her to maintain her current position.
However, the Lawrence family spent most of their money on paying taxes to Descarapis.
She felt a pang of sadness, especially when she thought about how her father and brother, who already possessed so much wealth, continued to plunder the assets of ordinary people.
When exactly did things turn out like this?
Lost in thought, she didn't notice the people approaching behind her until Wendy waved to her, at which point she realized that Gunnhildr and Legnford had arrived.
Seeing her frown, Gunnhildr asked, "What's troubling you? You look so upset?"
Unable to figure it out on her own, Cecilia thought it best to rephrase the matter and discuss it with them. However, she couldn't speak, and gestures alone wouldn't be enough to express herself clearly. If she had known this would happen, she would have brought that little notebook with her when she left home.
Just as I was thinking about it, that familiar notebook was handed to me.
Wendy smiled smugly at her: "I told you I'd keep you company. Sigh, I really should ask Vanilla to pay me a salary; it's hard to find someone as considerate as me!"
Although his words sounded like self-praise, they did indeed solve Cecilia's current predicament, so she smiled at him as a way of thanking him, but unexpectedly, he became embarrassed instead.
Cecilia looked down and organized the things on the paper, then handed them to them one by one.
She didn't write very clearly, only briefly stating her questions, such as why a family that should have protected the common people would become exploiters, and why the oppressed girl refused her help.
After reading it, Gunnhildr smiled and said, "If I hadn't known you were late and didn't know what happened before, I would have thought you were subtly criticizing us."
Cecilia tilted her head, not understanding what she meant.
"So you don't understand," Gunnhildr explained. "Don't you think what you're saying sounds a lot like Lord Dekalapian? He was once our protector, but later became a shadow that looms over us. And the girl you're talking about—it's like that boy from long ago who tried to persuade people to rebel for his own sake, only to be mocked as a madman."
People fear the power of the demon god and would rather endure such a miserable life than actually die. Isn't the young girl the same?
She truly didn't want to be oppressed by the Lawrence family anymore, but when she thought about the price she would have to pay for resisting, she gave up.
【But should we just let them be like this?】 Cecilia didn't understand.
“Fear is human nature, there’s nothing wrong with that,” Legnford interjected. “So we need to guide them, at least let them know that what we’re about to do isn’t really crazy talk. If you want others to believe you, at least you have to set an example, not make yourself a laughingstock.”
Gunnhildr nodded in agreement: "After that, they will make their own choice, whether to stay with us or wait in the rear, it is their freedom."
What's the difference between someone who forcefully imposes their own views on others and those people?
Cecilia finally understood that her previous actions were more like pinning the fuse of rebellion on the girl. Only if the girl nodded would she have an excuse to resist her father's tyranny.
But this shouldn't be the case; she rebelled simply because she wanted freedom.
Seeing her expression gradually become firm, the three understood that she had come to a decision.
"That's more like it." Wendy grinned and moved closer to her. "Hehe, now that the previous matter has been resolved, I have something else to say~"
What?
Cecilia was still pondering what he wanted to do when something was suddenly shoved into her hand.
She opened her palm, and there was a feather inside.
Cecilia couldn't imagine where such a color and smoothness could come from, except for the pair of wings Wendy had touched for her last night.
She looked at Wendy in shock.
Seeing that she had guessed correctly, Wendy winked at her, signaling her not to tell anyone, and said, "Didn't you give me your earrings before we left? Here, take these back. They're real feathers, you know, and they have my power on them. You'll look beautiful wearing them!"
As if in response to his words, the blue tips of its feathers shimmered.
"Also, you still haven't answered me last night. Now that everything here is resolved, do you want to come outside with me for a look?"
As he spoke, the boy's blue eyes reflected the sunlight, shimmering like water, just like the wind, and also the image of freedom that Cecilia longed for most.
She wanted to speak, to answer the question in person, rather than entrusting the answer to a thin piece of paper. But as soon as she opened her mouth, everything in front of her suddenly faded and shattered, transforming into that luxurious yet undeniably cold study.
The girl remained kneeling before her, and Mr. Lawrence watched her from a distance, waiting for her to realize her mistake and return to the right path, as if she had not suddenly fainted and had not gone to that era a thousand years ago.
She suddenly felt unsteady on her feet, and Wendy, who noticed from behind, immediately stepped forward to support her.
"Ms. Wendy..." Cecilia began, her voice still somewhat hoarse.
"Snap out of it, Cecilia." The boy's voice was still clear, with a soothing smile, as soft as a feather. "Time always moves forward, and right now we need to focus on the difficulties we're facing."
Cecilia suddenly felt relieved.
Even if it was all fake, so what? She did learn a lot from the boys, and at least she understood what she should do now.
(End of this chapter)
The author says: I pray to God that the next chapter will successfully conclude the story (bowing).
感谢在2024-02-25 01:04:19~2024-02-27 01:03:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Lujiqi; 1 bottle of Songlan;
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!