Chapter 714 : Lord Felyn

Fiorella looked up at Ilara, who was now standing in front of her, and forced a tired smile.

"Fiorella, tell me what happened. If you're upset, don't keep it bottled up."

"Ilara, I don't want to talk about it right now..."

Ilara's interest was immediately piqued. She squatted down beside Fiorella, unwilling to leave, insisting on getting to the bottom of it.

She was very happy right now.

Fiorella must have been dumped by that young master after he got tired of playing with her.

It looked like he didn't even give her a single cent. A free ride.

Ilara snorted inwardly, suppressing a smile.

What did I say? He's a noble, how could he really fall for you? You silly girl, still believing in love, getting played for free for several days.

"Tell me..."

"Ilara, I still have laundry to do. Let's talk another day."

Ilara didn't press further. She knew Fiorella was very angry right now and was also worried that Fiorella would take her anger out on her. So she waved her hand and skipped away.

The courtyard returned to silence.

Fiorella didn't quite understand what was wrong with her.

Did she like Felyn?

But she knew from the beginning that it was all fake, and they had only known each other for a little over a week.

Did she not like Felyn?

But... but Felyn was the only one who could understand Fiorella, the only one she could talk to for an hour or two without feeling tired.

She had even cooked for Felyn, tidied up the garden and the house for Felyn.

Just like a... wife.

Fiorella wrung out the clothes and hung them on the clothesline.

"I've... gotten too into character."

The sun shone on her back, evaporating the sadness within her.

"I was even thinking of making a piece of clothing for Mr. Felyn as a gift. Now that I think about it... I feel a little ridiculous."

"I'm so stupid, I actually started playing house." She let out a long sigh, then inhaled the fresh air. "This will cause trouble for Mr. Felyn, that won't do. We agreed to end it in two weeks."

She turned and squatted down, preparing to continue washing clothes. But when her hand touched the bone-chillingly cold water, she remembered the warmth of Felyn's palm.

She remembered Felyn sending a maid to save her, remembered him talking about her shining points in front of Ilara.

Fiorella shook her head, then submerged both her hands in the icy water to clear her head.

"It's all fake, it's all fake."

But... but those memories were all real.

Fiorella closed her eyes, trying hard not to think anymore.

She and Mr. Felyn were completely unrelated now.

"Sister! Sister!"

Lina's voice came from outside the courtyard. Fiorella quickly pulled her hands out.

Her hands were already red from the cold.

Lina trotted in. The smile on her face stiffened when she saw Fiorella's expression and hands.

"Sister, what's wrong? Are you thinking about Daddy?"

"Lina!" Fiorella explained hastily, "I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"

"Sister, why did you leave Daddy's house? Didn't he let us stay there? You like Daddy anyway."

"Lina!" Fiorella patted Lina's bottom. "Miss Eitani's matter is over. If we stay there, we'll cause trouble for Mr. Felyn, understand?"

"I know..." Lina nodded, then took out the poster she had been hiding behind her back. "Let's not talk about that. Sister, look! Look who's on the poster!"

Fiorella took the poster from Lina's hand, her beautiful hazel eyes slowly widening.

"Mr. Felyn is really... a second-class noble?"

Even though Fiorella had already guessed that Felyn's identity was not simple, when this proof appeared before her, she still felt as if a great mountain was pressing on her chest.

"Not just a noble! Daddy is also a hero who saved the Empire. He killed a god all by himself! Daddy is a god!"

A god... Lord...

Fiorella held the poster in both hands, her flaxen hair falling onto it.

The Mr. Felyn who had walked with her on the night road was a student from the royal capital district, a hero who had saved the Empire.

The Mr. Felyn who had pretended to be her lover, who said he was in debt and had to rely on this to pay it off, was actually a second-class noble.

Why...

Why did Mr. Felyn lie to me...

Why... why was Mr. Felyn so good to me, letting me indulge in this false warmth, only to let me discover in the end that we were not just two parallel lines that would never intersect, but people from two completely different worlds!

"Sister..."

Lina saw Fiorella burying her head against the poster and walked to her side, patting her back.

"Sister... don't you like Daddy?"

Fiorella didn't speak. She didn't know what to say.

Her heart was in complete chaos at this moment.

The Felyn on the poster was no different from the image in her heart.

But he was no longer the Mr. Felyn she knew.

He was... he was the hero who saved the Empire, Lord Felyn.

And she was just a poor girl who worked as a maid for others.

"Bang!"

The already dilapidated gate of the courtyard was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

The dust kicked up from the ground made Fiorella cough twice. She quickly looked up and saw the drunken uncle blocking the sun in the sky.

He held a wine bottle in his left hand and Felyn's poster in his right.

This time he didn't come alone. Behind him were five or six other equally drunk men.

"Loca, didn't you say your son-in-law is Lord Felyn? Hahahaha, there's a limit to your bragging."

"You also said Lord Felyn took your Fiorella away. Isn't she still here now?"

Loca swayed and turned back, glaring at them. "Have you seen Lord Felyn? I've spoken to his maid. She clearly said Fiorella is his property. I'm telling you, when I become Lord Felyn's father-in-law, you'll all benefit from my connection."

"Don't be ridiculous, Loca. You, a father-in-law? Didn't you see Fiorella is still washing clothes? If Fiorella had really latched onto Lord Felyn, it would be a maid washing clothes now, not her."

Loca turned back to look at Fiorella, who was protecting Lina. He walked up to her, kicked the washbasin over, and water splashed onto her, making her already thin clothes bone-chillingly cold.

He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Fiorella, I just heard from Ilara that you were dumped by Lord Felyn?"

Fiorella didn't speak, just held the trembling Lina and glared at Loca.

"Slap!"

A slap landed on Fiorella's face, quickly leaving a conspicuous red five-fingered mark.

Her hair tie broke at that moment, and her long flaxen hair fell down, messily draped over her shoulders.

"Useless! Do you know who Lord Felyn is? He's a hero, the future of the Empire. If our family can latch onto someone like him, not only will we not have to worry about food and drink in the future, I can also be a noble for a while. Our family will be completely turned around."

"And what happened? Is it so hard for you to serve Lord Felyn?! You must not have satisfied his requests, and he dumped you because he found you boring." Loca's finger pointed at Fiorella, trembling nonstop. "You go find Lord Felyn right now, get back together with him immediately! I don't care what method you use, whether you say nice things or climb into his bed, you must..."

"Slap!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the courtyard.

Loca's mouth hung open, not knowing what had happened.

He only felt a burning pain on his face.

A few seconds later, he realized that Fiorella had just slapped him.

"You dare to hit me?!"

"I will not climb into Mr. Felyn's bed, and Mr. Felyn is not that kind of person!" Fiorella said, panting. Her hand was numb from the slap just now.

Loca heard the laughter of the people behind him and felt that he had completely lost face at this moment.

Anger clouded his mind. He looked around, walked to a corner of the courtyard, and picked up a broom used for sweeping.

"Let me tell you, it's fine if you hit me, on the condition that you obediently go and warm Lord Felyn's bed. I don't care if you're his lover or his maid over there. As long as you go, I'll be polite to you."

"But if you get dumped by Lord Felyn, I'll definitely beat you to death today!"

The broom whistled through the air. Loca glared at Fiorella.

He felt his vision start to blur, and his ears were filled with the mocking laughter of his friends.

"I will not go find Mr. Felyn." Fiorella pushed Lina away and shut her in the house.

She picked up a thin broomstick from the ground and tied her hair into a high ponytail. "I'll only cause him trouble if I go. He has his own life. You have no right to interfere in my life either."

"Then you're asking to die!"

Fiorella didn't close her eyes, watching the blow come down towards her head.

She had wanted to dodge, but the broom was too fast. She didn't have time to react at all.

A ray of sunlight cut through the sky at this moment, incredibly dazzling, making Fiorella subconsciously squint her eyes.

The sunlight fell on a sharp sword and was split in two.

Black short hair swung violently with the movement of the body. Anise, dressed in a maid outfit, held a sword in her right hand, stretched her body, and blocked the broom with the sword.

Then, using her left leg as a pivot, she turned, lifted her right leg clad in a long boot, and gathered her strength, smashing it into Loca's chest with a whistle.

Loca's body was suddenly sent flying. His limbs were thrown into the air, and his back slammed heavily against the wall, causing several cracks to appear on the entire wall, which was at risk of collapsing at any moment.

The courtyard then fell into a deathly silence. Everyone's eyes were on the noble family's maid.

"Miss Anise..."

Fiorella looked at Anise, her hands covering her lips, in complete disbelief.

At this moment, a voice very familiar to Fiorella came from behind.

"Loca, I remember, I had Anise tell you, right? Fiorella is my property. You are not allowed to hit her, and no one is allowed to leave any scars on her."

Felyn, holding Veloti's hand, walked into the courtyard.

The boy, who looked exactly like the one on the poster, appeared before them. No one dared to make a sound, standing frozen in place, their legs a little weak.

That was Lord Felyn who had killed a god. He could even slay a god. They knew that in front of him, they were less than scum.

"L-Lord Felyn, we didn't do anything. It was all Loca's doing."

"That's right, that's right. We were just passing by. We-we won't disturb your reunion with Miss Fiorella. We-we'll be leaving now."

The group of people hurriedly left, letting the courtyard return to tranquility once more.

Felyn walked to Fiorella's side, reached out his hand to lift her chin, and carefully examined the slap mark on her face.

"Lord... Felyn... what are you..." Fiorella looked at Felyn right in front of her, somewhat afraid to breathe.

"This is just for your uncle to see," Felyn whispered, then gave Fiorella a smile.

Fiorella looked at Felyn's smile and felt that he was still the commoner Felyn she had first met.

Gentle, reliable, and most importantly... someone she could actually touch.

But... but...

Fiorella threw herself into Felyn's arms, the fear and pain completely released at this moment.

"It hurts... it hurts so much...."

She covered her face, her tears soaking Felyn's lapel.

(End of Chapter)