Chapter 16: We’re Saving a Life, Miss Angel
The first thing Lena did upon returning to the mansion was go to the study, grab paper and pen, and draft a letter.
As she hesitated about whether to send it, a family portrait hanging on the wall caught her attention. “This is…?”
She took it down and dusted it off.
A gray-haired man in a neat military uniform stood with a little girl, also with gray hair. He stood tall and straight, his large hands resting affectionately on her shoulders. Even through the photograph, one could sense his commanding presence.
Behind the man were a middle-aged couple, the true heads of the Falmouth family, General Adelaide and his wife, Juliana.
Lena’s eyes glistened with tears, her nose stinging.
She covered her mouth, losing control of her emotions for the first time since her rebirth…
“Old man, you didn’t even come to see your daughter when she was alive.”
Her voice, initially filled with reproach, gradually cracked. Lena leaned against the wall, kneeling on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
Who understood the pain of fighting alone?
Perhaps only Lena knew how she had survived the empire’s endless pursuit and attacks during the more than ten years after becoming Grey Robe…
“It’s so good to see you all safe and sound.”
After the fall of the Falmouth family, her father, Adelaide, was sent to the guillotine by the Empress. A renowned general who had fought for the empire his entire life, yet he ultimately fell at the hands of his own people. How ironic. And her mother, Juliana’s whereabouts were unknown, presumed dead in the fire.
Lena gently stroked the photograph, looking at her loved ones, murmuring, “It’s a pity. As long as the hero exists, the Falmouths are doomed. We are all chosen by fate, we can’t escape the ending predetermined by destiny…”
Lena firmly believed in the conclusion she had drawn.
All she could do was delay.
Delay the arrival of that day as much as possible, enjoying every minute and every second her heart was still beating, with her family.
“Increase my strength, build connections… then pull that hypocritical bitch down from her high horse and let her taste the feeling of being separated from her head.”
It was said that those who were beheaded could see their own headless bodies. Lena was determined to stain the First Empire with indelible blood.
But before that…
“Miss, Miss, Miss Angel is here, and she brought a big black bag.”
Ling Ling knocked on the door punctually, her excited tail thumping against the door.
Foxkin loved to use their tails for all sorts of things, as if it were their main body part.
Lena opened the door, handed the letter to Ling Ling, reminded her not to forget, and hurried to the courtyard to greet Angel.
Tonight was an important night.
Not only would her long-awaited revenge begin, but her strength would also take a qualitative leap.
As everyone knew, the artifact [The Holy Chant of the King of Narcissus] could raise the wearer’s professional rank by one level, similar to a permanent passive aura, significantly enhancing all attributes, making it incredibly powerful.
And the ring in Lena’s hand was a genuine ancient artifact. Although incomplete, as long as a pure maiden willingly offered her lifeblood and nurtured it for a night, its quality could be restored, even returning to its peak.
Lena’s current professional rank was four. After using the Celestial Stone, she had barely reached the threshold of rank five. So, after the King of Narcissus was restored, using the sixth-rank spell “Resurrection” to revive that boy wouldn’t be difficult.
Lena’s plan was flawless.
She had calculated that the kind-hearted Angel wouldn’t ignore someone in need, and the artifact just happened to require such a selfless girl.
The perfect sacrifice!
And with that arrogant fool’s disrespectful words, Lena had sufficient reason to kill him, making the kind little angel heartbroken.
As long as the Saintess softened, the matter would be settled.
The key was “willingly”…
“Lena!”
“What a coincidence~”
Lena put on the artifact ring and smiled at Angel.
She was short, her head barely reaching Lena’s abdomen, not at all like the tall figure who would wreak havoc in the sea of skeletons ten years later.
Being reborn before everyone had grown up was truly fortunate—Lena had thought this more than once.
Angel seemed to have just arrived, her face showing fatigue and anxiety. She paced back and forth, and upon seeing Lena, she rushed over without hesitation.
Out of breath, her pink bangs disheveled.
Fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, making the little nun’s face appear plump and lively.
Lena gently reached out, brushing aside Angel’s clinging bangs, then tilted her chin up with two fingers. “Are you ready?”
“Bring it on!”
Angel turned her head, shaking off Lena’s lavender-scented fingers.
She didn’t know what was about to happen, her heart pounding with anxiety, but she was prepared to face the devil!
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Wet wipes.” Lena gently wiped her fingers, lingering between her index and middle fingers, using up an entire pack of high-quality wipes. “Want one?”
She took out another pack from her pocket and offered it to Angel.
“Sterilizes, disinfects, stops bleeding quickly, accelerates healing, and moisturizes the skin… These are little gadgets produced by the Falmouth family. The unique magic technology combined with our family’s industrial chain makes them exquisite and effective.”
“I’m not here to listen to your success story…” Angel took the wet wipe, opened it, and sniffed it.
A mixture of floral and industrial fragrance.
Not unpleasant, but definitely not good either.
“So, guess how much a pack costs?”
Lena chuckled, walking towards the giant black bag and unzipping it.
Angel’s answer was as predictable as the corpse inside the bag.
“One silver coin?”
“Be bolder.”
Lena touched the corpse, finding what she was looking for inside the bag.
A used magic scroll, crafted by the Grand Druid of the Ancient Giant Tree Forest, clearly a rare and high-quality item, pulsing with life energy that could grant eternal youth.
But now, it was just a piece of waste paper, too rough even to use as toilet paper, like discarded sandpaper.
Lena didn’t mind that the scroll had been used; on the contrary, she was quite satisfied with the current situation.
Because there were many such discarded items piled up unsold in the Falmouth family warehouse. This item, which might be considered a lifesaver in the eyes of others, was worthless to Lena. But it had served its purpose exceptionally well, preserving the corpse’s integrity and warmth.
Making it convenient for…
Resurrection.
…
“Wait… slow down… you haven’t answered how much a pack of wet wipes costs… ah!”
The bedroom door was closed and a “Do Not Disturb” sign hung. The tall, gray-haired beauty roughly threw the petite nun onto the bed. As she leaned in for a kiss, Angel frantically dodged her fragrant lips.
Her eyes downcast, her voice pleading, “How much are they? I’ll pay you back, okay? Please don’t do this…”
“We’re saving a life, Miss Angel. And, according to the contract, once inside my house, you should call me Master.”
Lena undressed with a serious expression, revealing her ample cleavage and long, slender legs.
Her bra was beautiful, like an elegant black butterfly, clinging to her curves, accentuating her full breasts. Her stockings were smooth and silky, their sheen satisfying the darkest desires of foot fetish enthusiasts.
Lena slowly guided Angel, who was inexperienced in such matters, to touch her. They were like Adam and Eve under the apple tree, tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, intimately intertwined.
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