Chapter 314: Flaw (Please Subscribe)

New Calendar year 1027, March 29th.

Plymouth.

Early morning.

Thin morning light pierced through the mist, scattering over this metropolis of a million people.

Thanks to the propaganda of newspapers and churches, all residents knew that the Arch-Patriarch of the Holy Spirit Church would deliver a great speech this afternoon at the "Marshal's Podium" in Speech Square.

As for how to define great?

To think that a mere intimidation from the opponent would cause a flaw to be revealed.

"Not bad..."

Metana's pupils constricted, and she subconsciously gripped her diamond necklace.

The Curse belonging to the "Red" was about to be triggered immediately.

"The thing I hate most is scum like you."

The Baroness's behavior was completely unlike that of a qualified noblewoman and mother; this was because she had been twisted by the "Blood Covenant Law."

This watcher from the "Blood Garment Club" was sitting brazenly in her father's seat, his expression playful, the desire in his eyes barely concealed.

'Damn it... even the lowliest dancer wouldn't dress so provocatively.'

A maid wearing a black and white maid outfit walked in, her voice sounding somewhat off-key due to fear, and she was holding a bundle of hemp rope in her hand.

At the mention of the word "secrecy," the Baroness's expression became extremely conflicted.

He had a playful expression, his gaze sweeping over the bewildered maid and the Baroness, staring fixedly at Metana: "Your reaction tells me you really have a problem. What are you hiding?"

"With the speech approaching, such a thing happens... Fortunately, today is already the 29th; everything is already beyond redemption."

"My dear... how do you think I look in this gown?"

Baron Jacques's residence.

"Are you alright?"

As for those true members of high society, as well as nobles and self-proclaimed elites, they would certainly have a spot in the square.

Slap!

The maid suddenly reached out, and a shadow transformed into a pitch-black whip, striking the wrist with which Sande was holding his Zoulun!

His expression changed, revealing pain, and the firearm in his hand flew far away.

A morning's time might not even be enough.

"Baroness, please tie up your daughter; I want to interrogate her properly." A ferocious grin appeared on Sande's face: "This is for the sake of secrecy!"

However, the next moment, she had to stop, an expression of horror appearing on her face.

The maid trembled and exited the room.

"Damn you, I will definitely kill you, I swear it!"

Outside the door, a word in Spirit World Language rang out, accompanied by a Talisman being thrown near Sande.

"My Lady, the rope is here."

Sande frowned: "Metana... the number of times you have defied my will recently seems to be increasing."

It seemed that ever since that person voluntarily sent himself to the Investigation Bureau, this guy's attitude had become more arrogant by the day.

Sande nodded repeatedly, his voice becoming very soft: "But... I just advanced last night... my abilities cannot be restrained for the moment... why do I feel that your heartbeat and blood flow have become faster?"

He clapped his hands, and immediately a maid brought over a very gaudy and revealing dress.

Metana's heart was pounding wildly!

Ever since being purified by the "Moluo God," she had long since lifted the "Blood Covenant Law" from her body, and her behavior in some matters tended more toward her true self.

Of course, the square where the podium was located had limited space and could only accommodate about 50,000 people at most, so the vast majority of believers could not personally go to the square to listen to the Holy Teachings of the Pope.

And Metana had recently heard some very shocking news about the attack on the Investigation Bureau...

Metana gritted her teeth, feeling that her experience was still too little.

"Slow!"

"My Lady..."

She put on a forced smile: "I would like to try another style."

"Yes... My Lady!"

Metana looked at her mother, as if she could hear the weeping of her soul and her helpless despair.

Sande enjoyed this process, the muzzle of his gun still vigilantly pointed at Metana, and he gestured for the Baroness to personally tie up her daughter.

"My Lady, you are so beautiful in whatever you wear..."

"Yes, yes..."

Surely the Speech Square today would be of unprecedented scale; once something happened, it would inevitably be a major event that would go down in history!

Tears streamed from the Baroness's eyes, yet her hands took the rope as if involuntarily.

She had already regarded "keeping secrets" as her highest goal and pursuit, and for this, she did not hesitate to twist her own humanity.

It is said that even His Majesty the King—Arthur VI—would personally attend the scene at that time.

"I..."

Sande smiled as he looked at Metana's angry face: "Hate me to your heart's content, if that is of any use... there is no need to worry about other things anymore; I will cherish you well!"

The speech time was set for the afternoon, but the time women spent picking clothes and applying makeup was always long.

Suddenly, she looked at the maid's face, a look of confusion appearing on her own: "You... you aren't?"

The believers did not know; they were pious and simply did their best to decorate the shops and streets, even holding several parades to show their piety and support for their Pope Crown.

I didn't expect Sande not to be a fool; he has already started to suspect me!

She managed to squeeze out a hint of a smile: "Even though I have already drunk that blood, as long as I am required to keep it a secret... I can still act according to my own preferences."

Although nearly 40, the still graceful Baroness stood before the floor-length dressing mirror, trying on formal gowns one after another.

Metana gave a perfunctory reply and looked toward Sande.

At home, there was only Metana Yake, and the tutor Sande, who harbored ulterior motives.

Metana cursed inwardly: 'This Sande's taste... is simply terrible; he doesn't understand aristocratic aesthetics at all.'

She looked toward Sande and shouted loudly.

Sande smiled and complimented her, then looked at Metana again: "Metana... I should have taught you that you must use grand attire to display your nobility... Hmm, as your etiquette teacher, I will personally select your formal gown for today."

In the end, she still whispered to the maid: "Go get some rope... and, do not speak of what you have seen, otherwise there will be one more corpse in the Dosom River tomorrow!"

Lili shouted, a dagger appeared in her hand, and with a sudden thrust, she had already arrived in front of Sande.

Because a Zoulun had appeared in Sande's hand, its pitch-black muzzle aimed directly at her: "Heh... for close-range attacks, the abilities of a Low-rank Extraordinary are actually not as useful as a firearm!"

And on this significant date, Baron Jacques, who held a position in the court and was in charge of the King's cloakroom, had naturally gone to Mitra Palace early to serve his monarch, and thus was not at home.

Jessita burst in, covered the mouth of the Baroness who was about to scream, and looked toward Metana.

After escaping the Investigation Bureau, they had made contact with Metana, and with the help of the latter, had hidden in the home of Baron Jacques; now, they were perfectly prepared to deal with the sudden situation!

(End of this chapter)