Chapter 150: Invitation (3)

Chapter 150: Invitation (3)

Invitation (3)

Faenol expressionlessly gulped down the wine served as an aperitif.

She couldnt remember how many glasses she had emptied, but judging by the concerned look of the waiter who had been diligently serving her, she deduced that she must have consumed quite the number.

This clearly wasnt her normal behavior.

In the first place, she wasnt one to enjoy alcohol, and gulping down this much aperitif already drove her on the line between rudeness and eccentricity. If she were behaving like normal, she would have never done this.

How fascinating.

But, she couldnt care less about that in her current state.

She smiled faintly to herself as she smelled the faint scent of grapes that tickled her nostrils.

Her sense of taste had definitely come back, all thanks to that man.

Did you find something uncomfortable?

Such words flowed from the seat next to her.

When she turned her head to find out the owner of that voice, her eyes met Lady Tristans. As always, the lady was wearing her usual expressionless face.

It seemed like she found Faenols current state odd, that was why she made such a remark.

My clothes do feel uncomfortable.

Hearing Faenol saying such words with a smile, Eleanor tilted her head before replying to her.

Indeed, the area around your chest does look rather tight. But, why would someone with such a voluptuous bosom like you wear such tight attire?

Right, having such a large bosom does give one various inconveniences. I do have a few useful tips to share, if you mind listening to me.

Thank you for your words, Lady Tristan, but it is not necessary.

What is she even on about? Hers are way bigger

Faenol chuckled, continuing the conversation.

It was just an expression to say that I am not used to these sorts of places.

Instead of telling the truth of how she managed to regain her lost senses, she chose to steer the conversation in a different direction instead.

Though, the statement she made was undoubtedly the truth.

After all, I am a commoner. Normally, I wouldnt have had the opportunity to attend such a grand occasion.

While this might have been a dinner, nothing more, nothing less, the host was someone whose position was almost equal to the Empress.

An entire entourage was bustling around to accommodate such an individual.

Wouldnt you have had many opportunities to enter social circles? Are you not an apprentice of the Magic Tower?

Faenols eyes widened as she looked towards Eleanor.

How does this woman know about my past?

The Student Council manages all the personal details of every student in the academy.

Eleanor continued in her blunt voice.

I heard you had ties with Dean Percy of the Magic School. Is that not so?

Faenol wore a bitter smile as she put down her glass.

It was a painful past. So painful, in fact, that shed rather not recall it at all.

Because the name Percy Siston Levantin still left a deep scar in her heart.

Yes, I do have some kind of connection with him.

For now, she brushed the topic off.

Hearing her words, Eleanor didnt pry any further. Perhaps she realized the complex emotions buried in Faenols voice.

You said youre a commoner? Which region did you come from?

There is a small village in the North. You probably would not know it even if you heard its name.

Is that so?

It was a beautiful place.

With that, Faenol turned her gaze at the swishing wine in her glass, her eyes lowered.

The wine was as red as blood.

At least until a certainincident occurred.

Just like the scenery of the night when she went berserk and burnt down the entire village.Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

Eleanor gave her an intense stare, but Faenol avoided her stare and took another sip of her wine.

It seemed like the alcohol was affecting her quite a bit since she had been rambling about unnecessary things for a while now.

What are you doing right now, Faenol?

She chided herself internally.

Has she started to long for the ordinary life she once had?

Someone like her? A monster who had destroyed her own hometown, and even hurt the person who took her in when she had nowhere else to go? How could she be so shameless to wish such a thing?

The Crimson Night Incident, recorded as one of the worst disasters in the Empire, was caused by her. By the Red Devil slumbering within her.

Do you know anything about Her Excellency the Chancellor?

Though it was rather forceful, she tried to shift the topic.

Luckily, the new topic she chose fitted to the occasion.

After all, the reason why she and Lady Tristan was here in the first place was because of the Chancellor herself,

Eleanor paused for a moment, indicating she understood the shift in her atmosphere.

I encountered her a few times when I was younger.

Since their ages werent that far apart from each other, Eleanor remembered the other woman well.

How was she?

Besides the impression of being intolerably remarkable, I do not have much to say.

Faenol chuckled.

Indeed.

To be able to push Eleanor, praised as an unprecedented prodigy of swordsmanship from a major household to second place, she must have been quite the remarkable person. Not to mention that the major household Eleanor in was the most prestigious one in the entirety of the Empire, as long as the one who possessed the most powerful of swordsmanship.

It was no wonder that she managed to climb from the lowest rank of nobility to the highest.

Its an unbelievable story.

To think that a young woman, not even halfway through her life, had become the Supreme Commander of the Empire. A few years ago, not even novels would tell such a story.

Eleanor responded with an expressionless face. There was an ominous glint on her red eyes.

Though she was a Lady of a Ducal House, the way she addressed the Chancellor was incredibly disrespectful, but Sullivan didnt blink an eye to this.

Almost as if the reason why she had dismissed everyone was for this.

And immediately after

I hope this message reaches all the other women in this mans vicinity as well.

The Chancellor dropped a bombshell.

Do not even think of approaching my Dear Husband.

Eleanor and Faenol blinked in unison.

Her words came out so abruptly, without any warning, that it seemed to evaporate any sense of reason before anyones anger could even take hold.

The Chancellor, still wearing a serene smile, helped herself to the food ever so naturally.

Almost as if the declaration she just made wasnt even that notable.

As if asserting an obvious thing in the most matter-of-fact way.

And I was in no better condition than the other two.

Huh, the brain freeze is kinda severe. Huh. Huh?

Dear Husband?

The fuck?

Are you suggesting that you plan to marry him?

Faenol asked in a slightly dazed voice.

It seemed even someone devoid of emotion found it exceedingly difficult to calmly accept such a statement.

In the first place, there was this persons standing. Her position. Such a declaration was bound to create ripples across the entire continent.

However

Yes.

Her answer came all too naturally.

There was a hint of incredulity in her answer even, as if questioning why such an obvious question needed to be asked.

Your Excellency.

Eleanor opened her mouth with a chilly voice.

If words could kill, Sullivan would have been sliced into itty bitty pieces by the palpable killing intent emanating from her.

That man is engaged to me. Do you not aware of

I am aware, Lady Tristan. That is precisely why I invited you here in the first place.

Even when facing Eleanor who was leaking such a crazy killing intent to the point that her words seemed to be able to kill, the gentle smile didnt leave Sullivans face. It was admirable, borderline awe-inspiring that she was able to keep her composure like this.

An unworthy woman like you shall never be suitable for this man.

What is it that you mean by unworthy?

At those words, the smile on Sullivans face deepend even further

Lady Tristan.

As if she was waiting for that exact question.

Because of you, one wrong move might mean the start of a war in the near future.

As soon as I heard that

I felt my blood turn ice-cold.

After all, this was a fixed line of dialogue from the game.

A line that triggered a Specific Event.

Caliban.

[Yeah?]

Go to sleep for a moment.

[What? No, what in the]

Ignoring Calibans baffled response, I removed Soul Linker from my arm and put the entire amulet inside my pocket.

After all, the story Sullivan was about to tell

Was something this person must never hear.

A war? What is that supposed to mean?

Lady Tristan.

Then

Have you ever heard of the Hero Selection?

Along with Sullivans words, a system window popped up before my eyes.

System Message

[ Due to the change in state of target Sullivan, the main scenario is altered. ]

[ The starting point of Chapter 4 Crimson Night has changed! ]

Yeah. I knew what this was.

After all, this

Was the line that marked the beginning of Chapter 4.

A chapter that marked one of the biggest turning points in the entire scenario.

I subconsciously stroked Soul Linker, hidden in my pocket.

The reason why Chapter 4 was deemed as the scenarios most significant branching point was simple.

Though it was a chapter where Faenol, one of the Devils Vessels, emerged as its Final Boss

Iliya.

It was also the chapter that the original protagonist of this world

Was the most involved with.

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