Chapter 550 : She's Still Her!

Felyn felt a chill run down his back.

He realized he had been set up.

Why was Dorothy, who was originally scheduled to be out for activities all day, called back midway?

Why did the king, in his study, not ask about the details of the battle in Varil Village, but instead kept asking for his opinion on Dorothy?

Why could Dorothy eavesdrop on the study of a dignified king? Why wasn't the sound-insulating sigil activated?

Felyn could only think of one answer.

If it wasn't a coincidence, then he had been set up by the king!

Either the king wanted to use Dorothy's hand to get rid of him, to make it so he could never appear in the public eye again.

Or the king wanted to create a coincidence to increase Dorothy's affection for him.

And then he would be kidnapped by Dorothy to a remote countryside, pressed onto a bed by her to become her...

No!

Could the "see you tomorrow" he said to Viloti when they parted be the last words he ever spoke to her?

"Anifrey, Dorothy is still taking a bath right now, isn't she?"

"Yes, Master."

"I just happen to want to go for a stroll. You can clean my room during this time."

"Do I not need to go die now?"

"Go clean up first. By the way, while I'm at it, where is the main gate?"

Anifrey knelt on the floor, wiping up her own bloodstains.

Felyn, on the other hand, put on his own clothes, left the room, and walked towards the main gate.

The room he had just been in was on the third floor. After descending the stairs, Felyn arrived in the spacious and luxurious first-floor hall.

This area was also not completely finished, but its impressive high ceilings and structure alone left a deep impression on Felyn.

Felyn pushed hard on the heavy main door. Moonlight and fresh air streamed in through the gap, heralding a new beginning.

A shadow fell across Felyn's face, blocking the moonlight.

Felyn looked up carefully. It was a sword scabbard.

"Lord Felyn, are you going out?"

The speaker was the very girl Felyn had bumped into before he fainted.

The commander of Dorothy's personal knight order, Veronica.

She stretched out her hand, blocking Felyn's escape route. The moonlight lost its warmth on her face.

"Veronica? You're here too. I was just bored and going for a walk, hahaha."

Felyn scratched his head and ducked under Veronica's outstretched arm.

He put on his standard contract smile and waved at Veronica, "Miss Veronica, the person I bumped into this afternoon was you, right? I thought I had run into some beautiful girl."

He backed away as he spoke, retreating towards the outside of the manor.

Felyn didn't think his words would make Veronica let him go as easily as Linda had.

He only hoped to make Veronica believe he was just wandering around nearby, and then he could take the opportunity to slip away.

His communication sigil had also been confiscated by Dorothy. If he couldn't run, he would really have to stay here for the rest of his life.

"Of course, Veronica, you look great in armor too. Ever since I was little, I've wished I could have a knight-lady like you by my side. You provide a sense of security, and you look good in anything. I'm a little jealous of Dorothy."

"Eh? So that's how Brother Felyn sees Veronica."

"Yes, yes." Felyn heard someone speaking up for him and nodded quickly.

But he suddenly felt that the voice just now was very familiar.

Brother Felyn?

"No, no!" Felyn closed his eyes and began to think of how to argue his way out. "Rather than saying I admire Veronica, it's more that I envy Veronica for being able to stay by Her Highness Dorothy's side at all times."

"Is that so, Brother Felyn?"

Felyn didn't dare to open his eyes, hoping the voice beside him was just his imagination.

"Yes, yes. Her Highness Dorothy is gentle, kind, understanding, and has a very sweet appearance."

"I'm so happy that you can say that, Brother Felyn. But I'm not the only girl in the world. Other girls can also be gentle, kind, and understanding."

Fiery breath brushed against Felyn's cheek, and slender, smooth fingers gently touched the back of his hand.

"Brother Felyn, actually, Miss Veronica is also very nice. She provides a sense of security and is very good-looking. Weren't you just jealous of me?"

Hearing Dorothy's words, Veronica felt a little flustered. She never thought she would one day be caught in such a battlefield.

"Your Highness, Lord Felyn just likes you too much, so he was just complimenting me, who is by your side, in passing," she quickly explained, thinking, spare me, please.

"Veronica, don't mind it." Dorothy's gentle voice came to Felyn's ear. "Brother Felyn is just like that. There are too many girls around him; he falls for every one he sees. I don't blame you, don't worry."

Felyn's palm was held by a small, warm hand and placed on her chest.

"Brother Felyn, why don't you open your eyes?"

"I'm afraid I'll be shy if I see you."

"Hmph, don't tell me you're closing your eyes and imagining me as Miss Viloti?"

Felyn opened his eyes and saw the moonlight falling on Dorothy's face.

Today, Dorothy was no longer wearing a long princess dress, but a slip dress, with white lace stockings and platform leather shoes on her feet.

Having just taken a bath, the ends of her hair were still slightly damp, draped fluffily over her shoulders.

She was like the tip of a strawberry touched by morning dew, spotless and refreshing.

It was just her eyes that Felyn didn't quite dare to look at directly.

They were like black holes from which no light could escape. If he looked for a few more seconds, he was afraid he would be firmly sucked in.

"Let's go inside, Dorothy. It's cold to wear so little."

He took off his own coat and draped it over Dorothy's shoulders.

Answering Dorothy's question at this time, no matter how he explained, would be courting death.

So, Felyn used his most common method: changing the subject!

The emotions that were about to erupt in Dorothy were instantly covered up by the coat.

Her hand pulled at Felyn's coat, rubbing it a few times, and she sniffed it with her nose, smelling Felyn's scent on the clothes.

Then she snorted lightly, turned around, and walked into the house.

Brother Felyn is concerned about me!

Hehe!

At this moment, lights lit up all over the manor, and the hall was brightly lit.

Dorothy still had matters to attend to and had to leave for a while.

Felyn, on the other hand, was taken back to the previous bedroom by Veronica.

Lying on the soft bed, Felyn felt a little relieved for a moment.

He had just observed Dorothy's reaction and felt that she wasn't that scary after all. Dorothy was still reasonable.

Maybe Dorothy had become a normal girl?

Maybe she just invited him here for a night's stay, to let him taste delicious food, enjoy the manor life, and so on.

It was just that her methods were a bit extreme.

"Knock, knock."

After Felyn answered the knock, Anifrey came in.

She was still wearing the blood-soaked maid outfit, standing at the door.

"Why are you still wearing these bloody clothes?"

Anifrey looked down at the bloodstain on her chest. "Master, I still have to go outside the manor to kill myself later. To avoid dirtying another set of clothes, I didn't change."

Her hand went to her collar and pulled it down a bit. "Or does Master wish for me to die completely naked?"

"No, no, I don't hate you enough to strip you naked and kill you." Felyn sighed, feeling that he was surrounded by strange people.

All of them were problematic young ladies!

"So, are you here for something?"

Anifrey pulled out a cart from behind her and pushed it into Felyn's bedroom.

"Master, these are the things Her Highness instructed me to bring in, saying they will be used later."

"What?"

Anifrey parked the cart, then picked up a pair of white lace gloves and put them on, very professionally.

"Handcuffs." The pink handcuffs were displayed in Anifrey's pure white gloves.

"Stockings."

"A maid outfit."

"A whip."

"A collar."

"And..."

"Enough!" Felyn shouted, flipping over and jumping off the bed.

Dorothy hadn't gotten better at all!

She was still her!!