Chapter 230 - Su Luxi (20)

Like a broken machine, she said, "I could only be your fiancee. Luke... Please make me... your fiancee... You'll agree, won't you?" She kept repeating these lines until her face warped into a heartbreaking one, begging and crying.

Did the nightmares and worries push her so hard these days?

She had no time to wonder as she waited for his response.

After a long while spent on watching her act, the man simply asked, "Have you lost your mind, crown princess?"

Rumina's eyes shook. The girl saw that the prophet's face turned emotionless, and his cold eyes were not staring at her, but at the few servants from both parties who suddenly slowly swayed in the air and fell down. The carpet which extended to the four corners of the room muffled the sounds, but even so, with the place being so quiet, even a mosquito's buzzing could be clearly heard, much less the soft but chain-like thudding sounds from people that crashed on the ground.  

After observing the servants who had now lying messily on the floor with their eyes closed, Jiang Li's face hardened.

He hissed. "You drugged the maids and valets? No. You used mind and sleeping spells on them?"

The female lead calmly replied, "I realized they can't know what we talked about and will talk about in this room. We have to be careful since not everyone around us is guaranteed to be faithful and loyal. Betrayals can happen at any moment. Our conversation must not reach the crown prince's ears. What I did... I, I was just being careful."

'Careful?' The man swept his gaze around and shook his head. He almost laughed. This was not how one should enact caution. Magic spells that dealt with the mind were not something to be casually used.

"Now I know that people's praises of your intelligence are exaggerated and that Rome is truly very stupid to envy someone like you." He shook his head. "You have lost it, Miss Bolden. Otherwise, why would you dare to use mental spells when you're mentality and emotions are not stable? How are you going to compensate these people if you accidentally killed them or made them contract mental conditions?"

Rumina looked away, self-remorse was on her face. Jiang Li had a point. In layman's terms, she was a therapist in need of therapy yet proceeded to administer treatment to unwilling victims, comparable to a blind man trying to lead another fellow blind man.

The girl decided to be selfish at once, however, it seemed she did in a way not liked by Jiang Li. The frost in his eyes never went away, silently enveloping her.

'You want me to be engaged to a woman like you?' Those hazel brown orbs seemed to be speaking to her. On that while, the girl knew she had gone overboard. Yet a decision was already made.

"I... know, I did wrong. But I can assure you there won't be any damage to your people. Now, shall we continue to the real issue?"

With narrowed eyes, he watched her approaching slowly and pulling out a scroll of paper. Seeing the unusual glow from her eyes, he fell silent for some time. Then he said in a serious manner. "You will regret this."

"I won't." She immediately replied.

Jiang Li didn't know if he should admire how she could still focus on her hypnosis even while speaking to him.

He shook his head and said, "If you are only truly after a life free from the crown prince's influence, you should be aware of all the choices, the easiest is not really to wait for me or force me to accept your terms..."

He paused for a while, seeing her halt her steps too. She was pitiful, but she was also bothersome. With a sigh, he briefly glanced down at the white light enveloping the wheels of his chair as he continued,

".... Why can't you just pretend terminally ill and with no strength nor energy to fulfill your obligations as an Empress.?"

...

Two people not from the mortal world were intently watching the weird scenes in the mansion of the prophet.

One was a big man wearing clothing similar to what an Emperor would, except even with the same style, the material was a million times better in quality and was even giving off a faint glow, appearing ethereal and out of this world.

He was alone in the clouds. No one could see him.

Silently, he watched with sharp eyes and waited whether there would be a change to the future events written down on the hardbound book in his right hand. At times his sight would wander to the abode of the other divine being of this world.

That other person was staring into the mirror intently. It was the Goddess of Light who was still confined in that palace.

Her beauty was so radiant and pure that all grandmaster sculptors in the continent should be ashamed as not even a percent of her charm had been encapsulated into their works. The woman was wearing an elaborate yellow and white gown. Her ankle-length blonde hair was straight and beautiful.

Unfortunately, her gem-like eyes... were staring dagger at her look-alike in the image before her.

'She's angry at this look-alike?'

The other man squinted his eyes for a while before putting his heart at ease.

It seemed the mortal's face was not the Goddess' handiwork. There should be no connection between them. Instead of fussing about the accidental similarities in those two's appearance, the focus should be on the prophet.

'This trespasser... is not someone who should exist in this world...' Looking at Jiang Li, the Creator, no, the will or sentience of the world told himself.

Outside his knowledge, the goddess originally gritting her teeth also bowed her head.

A minute later, she raised her head, her placid gaze never leaving Rumina Bolden's crazed expression, her fingers drawing magic circles in the air.