Chapter 47: I’ll Teach You a Lesson!
In Lena’s memory, Diana—flaunting her noble status—would often force her into “games,” the kind only adults played.
Calling it “learning,” they ripped several bedsheets and ruined countless stockings, enough to pile up over their heads.
But Diana always denied her uncontrollable squirting, putting on new stockings and demanding another round, only to be rejected by Lena with the excuse of being tired, rescheduling for another day…
Besides her private life, Diana also liked to pester Lena with endless questions, all sorts of topics eventually circling back to romance, like a clueless idiot obsessed with love.
Lena suspected the little girl had a crush.
At first, Lena would nod and agree, but later, annoyed, she simply ignored Diana. Diana would then find other ways to get her attention.
For example, emptying Lena’s magic books and stuffing them with three-legged, gold-plated toads, rare even in the black market, then laughing at Lena’s fright when she threw the book, calling her a weakling, her small hand covering her giggling mouth, her mischievous nature on full display.
Was Lena angry?
Not really.
Back then, Lena wasn’t the Lena of now. She was still cautious, afraid of causing trouble, of angering Diana and alerting the imperial higher-ups backing her, so she repeatedly gave in.
However, Diana was the type to take an inch and ask for a mile.
Lena’s constant concessions only fueled Diana’s arrogance, making her bullying even more relentless.
Sometimes, Lena barely had time to rest before being dragged away by the haughty little princess for another round of teasing. Afterward, Lena had to feign anger to amuse Diana; it had become an unavoidable routine.
At the time, Lena thought that pleasing Diana meant gaining the favor of the empire, unaware that her submissive attitude only invited Diana’s ridicule, trapping her in an endless cycle.
So, Lena didn’t really hate Diana. How could she hate a slightly mischievous little girl?
At most, she would give her a spanking and a lecture, and that would be the end of it.
But after the Falmouth family’s downfall, when Ling Ling helped her escape, the magic traces they discovered all pointed to the ill-tempered princess.
Like a clingy ex-wife resorting to any means to salvage a broken relationship, Diana’s actions had crossed Lena’s bottom line.
When pushed to the limit, there was no holding back.
Surrounded by pursuers once more, Lena finally snapped, asking, “Was this Princess Diana’s doing?”
Upon receiving confirmation, she ruthlessly slaughtered the imperial soldiers, leaving only one alive to deliver a message.
‘If she ever rose to power again, she would teach this ignorant little devil a lesson!
What goes around comes around, she would definitely strangle her.’
Her original words were more or less like this, slightly embellished, but the general meaning was accurate.
In short, she was furious, so furious that she wanted to strangle someone for the first time, so furious that she regained her senses.
In a way, Diana had actually helped Lena.
After all, at the time, Lena was still lost in grief and self-doubt after her family’s destruction, living each day in a daze, without any sense of self.
But Diana’s provocation had snapped Lena out of it, her anger fueling her, cursing Diana for being ungrateful, a wolf she couldn’t tame.
The news reached the empire a week later.
Diana disappeared.
But the number of pursuers didn’t decrease, but instead increased.
Lena thought her words had angered the little princess, that the little devil had cried to the Empress and requested more soldiers. But there were no traces of Diana’s magic among the pursuers, which was strange.
She could only pack her bags and continue fleeing.
With Ling Ling, embarking on their endless journey.
Lena felt that Diana’s obstruction was no longer important. Her heart felt empty, a mixture of loneliness and relief, as if they had severed ties, becoming strangers.
After Ling Ling’s death and Lena’s exile to the Bis Wasteland, she never saw Diana again.
The purple figure who had relentlessly called her a weakling seemed to have vanished from her life forever, along with Lena’s soul, sold to the demons, and Ling Ling’s existence.
Grey Robe, her gray hair flowing, traveled across various continents for ten years, only learning one piece of news.
Diana von Tepes was dead, dead in her boudoir, by her own hand, two tear stains on her face.
Diana’s death coincided with the third year of the Almeria Empire’s civil war. Factions clashed, famine and plague ravaged the empire, its power rapidly declining.
Lena didn’t know if this was the reason why Diana chose to end her life.
But Lena suspected Diana’s suicide was due to an arranged marriage. After all, as an imperial princess with no right to the throne, death was her only way to defy the Empress. Unfortunately, that bitch only cared about her power, her daughter’s fate predetermined at birth.
The empire’s civil war was precisely a struggle for power. The princess’s faction wasn’t weak, but lacked crucial fighting power, unable to withstand the empire’s faction, which had the hero. And with Diana’s death, their leader gone, they were gradually absorbed by the empire, becoming a grain of sand in the Ganges, dust in the annals of history.
Hmm, summarizing Diana’s life, it seemed quite tragic, but paled in comparison to Lena’s.
And Lena didn’t think these experiences could move her, unless, like Angel, someone could pierce through her heart. But Lena believed the same trick wouldn’t work twice; Angel had simply been lucky.
Diana von Tepes, this name wouldn’t be crossed off her list just yet.
Lena would personally crush this arrogant little devil, watching her haughty expression crumble into submission before turning her into a cream puff!
Little brat! She would teach her a lesson!
…
Pushing aside her distracting thoughts, Lena arrived at the heart of the Fran Black Market.
Before her stood the ruins of an old arena, its weathered appearance not hindering its operation, remnants of its former glory still visible. The tall, crumbling walls blocked most of the sunlight, casting a dark and desolate shadow over Lena.
A man in a black robe stood at the entrance, selling tickets, a gold-swallowing dragon hovering above his head. He waved the tickets, the dragon devouring the money from his pocket. “One silver coin for a ticket, now only fifty copper coins! Half-price! First come, first served!”
“Give me one!”
“Me too! I’ll definitely win this time!!”
Gamblers surged forward, a fervent glint in their shadowed eyes.
Amidst the crowd, Lena bought a ticket, then spent two more silver coins to cut the line, finally entering the arena…
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