Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 59.1

Chapter 59.1: Driven to Tears

“That little brat from the Heim family went to the Trasil Front; we must make the Princess follow her.” The Honorary Vice-Principal gritted her teeth, feeling distressed for Celis. She understood perfectly that the lunatic from the Heim family was intentionally tormenting Celis and Nonat; she had no intention of fulfilling her promise.

The Alf Director was so worried that he lost a handful of hair. Heaven knows how much their Prince had sacrificed for the position of Captain of the Academy Guard. Yet, only a few days after finally becoming Captain, he was to be assigned to the Trasil Front. This was simply an insult to his hard work.

“The Prince has a terrible temper.” The Alf Director rubbed his forehead in distress and gave a wry smile. “Convincing him is harder than resurrecting the first Elven King.”

The Honorary Vice-Principal certainly knew the foul tempers of these two royals, but for the future of the Holy Court and the two great noble families, their opinions were not important. “Simply cut off their supplies. In less than three days, they will bow their heads.” Power, money, and status are the things that most easily force people to submit.

The Alf Director had always admired the ruthlessness of this old woman. “In that case, I’ll go take care of it.” Standing up, the Alf official looked impeccable in his clothes, hiding the filth within. Dark clouds rose to conceal the last rays of the setting sun; in the darkness, all that could be seen were beasts in human skin, no better than the abyss.

“Captain Nonat, are you going to the black market?” a sole heir of a noble family who was close to Nonat invited his captain. “I heard a high-level succubus is being auctioned tonight; the flavor is quite good,” the greasy, short, stout man greedily urged him.

Nonat’s face was grim, his eyes filled with resentment and indignation, but even more so with panic. His source of gold coins had been cut off by the clan elders. The connections he used to maintain with large amounts of gold now required him to stay away. Those nobles steeped in power were too cunning; even a tiny misstep would be seized upon and attacked. And now, if they discovered he couldn’t produce gold coins to play with them, he would surely be mocked and ostracized.

So, Nonat submitted. In less than two days, the noble elven prince lowered his proud head and bowed to gold coins.

“Apologies, I am departing for the Trasil Front today; I’m afraid I cannot go with you.” Nonat’s tone was as gentle and polite as ever, pleasing to the ear. The stout man didn’t suspect anything; he just didn’t understand. “Captain Nonat, you are a noble elven prince. Why go to a place where those lower-class people stay?”

All nobles knew that only lowly commoners went to the Trasil Front, using their inferior bloodlines to make a tiny contribution to the peace of the Narheim continent. Of course, that “tiny bit” might not even be the size of a speck of dust, hahaha… The stout noble sneered. In the eyes of the nobility, commoners were natural anomalies; in the bright future led by the Holy Court, they would be completely destroyed.

Nonat’s expression shifted slightly. Obviously, he also hated mingling with those lowly commoners. But that damned heir of the Heim family insisted on lowering her status to go there; it was a blatant slap in the face to the nobility. No wonder the Holy Court advocated for removing the Heim family from the ranks of the nobility—they were as base as those commoners.

“It can’t be helped. Those lowly commoners lack leadership, and the defense line is unstable,” Nonat had already prepared his excuse. Filled with knightly justice and a sense of duty, he said proudly: “For the stability and peace of the Narheim continent, I must go.”

The high-sounding rhetoric of the nobility never disappointed. The stout man praised Nonat’s greatness frantically. After all, in his view, staying in the same place as those disgusting commoners for the sake of peace was truly a difficult feat. “Then, I wish you a triumphant return, my Captain.” The greasy man performed an ancient noble etiquette.

In the eyes of these rigid nobles, etiquette was more important than life. As for kindness and justice, one only needed to sing their praises in passing, right? Is it wrong to promote justice? Not at all. For a commoner living on the Trasil Front who only knows how to find a sense of existence through savage fighting, teaching them etiquette is something they should desire but cannot obtain.

As for food, daily necessities, or even a shelter from the wind and rain beyond etiquette—those were not the concern of the nobility. Giving them ancient and ritualistic etiquette was already the greatest mercy of the nobles. Those commoners should bow their heads in gratitude.

“Yes, I am going to the front with Captain Nonat to teach those commoners etiquette,” the gentle and beautiful Princess said softly. Her eyes shone with light—the “hope for the future” that light mages spoke of. Many students from the magic class gathered around her, feeling sad and reluctant about her imminent departure. Princess Celis was so approachable and gentle; who wouldn’t be attracted to such a warm person?

Celis smiled as she dealt with her chattering classmates, whom she didn’t care about and even despised in her heart. Although her spoken words were flawless, her gaze occasionally swept toward Kentya, who sat in the corner of the classroom, far away from her.

Kentya’s family held the largest mineral sources on the Narheim continent. Since childhood, Celis had been taught by her mother to befriend this brainless young lady. In fact, she had always done very well, easily controlling Kentya and taking many benefits from her.

But… Celis’s emerald eyes flickered. While smiling gently, she clenched her palms under the table. Her neatly trimmed nails dug deep into her palms; she was indignant and furious. If not for that lunatic from the Heim family, she would have been friends with Kentya for a lifetime. They were clearly so close before.

Lowering her head, Kentya’s eyes were dark. On that parchment, she was carefully sketching the outline of a girl. Her smile was sweet and cute, and her face was beautiful and gentle. Just like an angel. Kentya traced the face with her fingertips, her mouth curling neurotically. She didn’t care about Celis looking at her, because having died once, she suddenly understood many things.

“Wow, Princess Kentya, are you drawing Her Highness the Princess?” Being a noble herself, Kentya had many people who wanted to cling to her. A girl covered her mouth, her face slightly red, feeling envious and happy for the friendship between Princess Kentya and Princess Celis. As expected, Princess Kentya would always stand by the Princess’s side, no matter what.

“Get lost.” However, the usually noble and polite Kentya, who was bound by rules in everything, cursed. The thing she wanted to hear least right now was the name “Celis.” That hypocritical woman should be buried in darkness with the demons of the abyss, never to see the light of day!

The insulted girl was stunned for a moment; when she reacted, her eyes turned red, and she even started sobbing, having never been cursed at before. The commotion caught everyone’s attention. Celis used magic to see through the drawing; she saw Anya’s face.

The proud and gentle Princess’s face darkened in an instant. Her eyes were cold and terrifying; she gave Kentya a vicious glare where others couldn’t see. Actually, she didn’t care about saving commoners or dealing with demonic beasts. In fact, she was very willing to save those lowly humans on the brink of death and in dire straits, because their worshipful and tearful expressions were just too funny. She also enjoyed the loyal following and praise.

But such actions could only be done by her alone; she would be the only merciful noble praised by those commoners. Others—even Kentya, who was once so close to her—could not snatch away her glory.

“I’ve heard that the Heim family can change a person’s soul, staining her bright heart with darkness. Dear Kentya, you need a trip to the Holy Court.” Celis cursed her friend somewhat maliciously. In fact, she was telling everyone in a roundabout way that Kentya would become the next Heim lunatic.

Sure enough, after hearing Celis’s words, everyone’s expressions varied; although they didn’t say anything, they tacitly and quietly distanced themselves from Kentya. See, isolating someone is just that simple.

Kentya had used this trick countless times, and it had always been effective; she had harvested much joy from it. Seeing those who threatened or disrespected Celis being isolated, ostracized, insulted, beaten, and driven mad, she was overjoyed. She was proud of her competence because she could protect Celis; all those who were hostile to her were kept away by her.

But one day, the person she protected behind her gave her a vicious stab in the back. “Dogs biting dogs, not a single good one among you,” the Heim Tyrant’s mockery still echoed in her ears.

Carefully putting away the parchment, Kentya sneered. It was time for this woman, whom she had once sworn never to point her blade at, to experience the pain her power and methods could bring her. Kentya was not Anya; the consequences of provoking a princess with actual power were something even Celis could not bear. Since her “good friend” loved being praised so much, she would let more people go mad for her.

Kentya thought maliciously—going mad for her naked body, of course. Those commoners wandering in the garbage piles would surely love to taste a noble princess.

Celis, surrounded by the crowd again, shivered. Her heart jumped, giving her a bad premonition. She instinctively looked at Kentya, who had her head lowered. Her emerald eyes were filled with vigilance. She knew very well that although Kentya lacked brains, her methods for harming people were many. It seemed she needed to be more alert.

“Alright, everyone, don’t be sad. I will be back as soon as possible.” Thinking this, Celis interrupted the crowd’s concern gently but firmly. She had already seen Nonat waiting at the door; she needed to prepare for departure.

“Lady Celis, we will see you off.”

“That’s right, let us accompany you for part of the journey.”

“I’m so reluctant to see you go, woo…”

Almost all the first-year students came to see Celis off, and many second-year students also came to see off their Guard Captain.

“What enviable popularity,” the first-year Director Deisha remarked. Having stayed at the Academy for so long, she had never seen such a magnificent farewell scene.

“Ladon’s popularity was no less than theirs back then,” a combat instructor who had taught Ladon snorted. It was just that Ladon knew her limits and was modest; she always left quietly to perform missions and forbade her supporters from seeing her off. In her words, “This time would be more valuable spent on studying and doing other necessary things.”

False praise will eventually be burned away by flames, ultimately revealing its ugly, lying face. As a candidate knight, Ladon did not allow herself to keep company with hypocrisy and lies.

“Truly a candidate knight who understands order and rules,” Yin Shaoqing ground her teeth far away on the Trasil Front, tapping the half-demon’s forehead.

Having been lectured, Ladon’s eyes—filled with wildness and savagery—tightly followed that finger, her fangs grinding, a low growl rolling in her throat. She really wanted to take a bite and suck the sweet blood within. If not for the squad leader’s pleading, Yin Shaoqing would have loved to slap this detestable familiar down.

Lying on a stretcher, wrapped like a mummy, the squad leader smiled with difficulty: “Lady Ah-Yin, don’t blame Ladon. After all, it was my own decision to help.”

This went back to their proactive attack on a monster’s nest. Because Yin Shaoqing wanted to get Snow Fruits as quickly as possible to treat Ladon, she had Cody assign Ladon to a squad, led by the most experienced squad leader to attack the nest. Before departing, Yin Shaoqing had placed an absolute curse seal on Ladon, telling her to behave and not harm her teammates. Especially not to initiate an attack on them.

However, eight members went out, and seven were carried back; one crawled back. The crawling member cried in grievance, wailing with tears of blood: “Lady Ah-Yin, Ladon has gone mad!” Perhaps the resentment was too deep; after struggling to finish that sentence, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Immediately after, Yin Shaoqing saw her disobedient, tall familiar dragging back a string of “corpses.” The poor squad members—they were initially cheering for Ladon’s strength. After all, when attacking such small nests before, even the most experienced of them would inevitably be seriously injured or even die. But now with Ladon, this demoness was elegant and powerful, destroying the nest with an unstoppable force.

The two-man-tall, slimy, ugly, dark-blue slug-like monsters were burned away by Ladon’s flames. And those three-man-tall, six-legged, red arthropod monsters covered in eyes had their heads smashed by Ladon’s punch. The squad members only needed to follow behind Ladon, watching her pierce the nest like a sharp arrow. They were just several emotionless cheerleading machines.

However, because of a single Snow Fruit only as big as a fingernail, they—the well-meaning ones—had more than half of their lives knocked out of them by their own side! A mere Snow Fruit—they weren’t even as important as a single Snow Fruit, woo woo woo…

Meanwhile, a certain animal being lectured guarded thirty Snow Fruits in her arms without moving, showing not a shred of remorse. She was like a dragon guarding treasure, protecting her Snow Fruits; no one could touch them except Yin Shaoqing. And those who accidentally helped her pick them—the poor squad members—were still lying there wailing.

“Yin, hurry up.” Good-tempered Cody’s forehead veins were throbbing. These squad members were her subjects, property within her territory, and now her property had been beaten. The extremely possessive and protective Heim Duke took a deep breath; she warned herself that the person before her was her sister. Calm down, Cody. You cannot wring her head off to feed the monsters. After all, the last time they rolled dice for size, Yin was the smallest, followed by herself. She didn’t want to become the next heir of the Heim family; Cody gripped her skull scepter, forcibly suppressing the urge to slaughter Yin Shaoqing.

“Heal your familiar quickly and take her out of my castle.” Casting aside her familial kindness, Cody’s cold appearance was terrifying. Ladon, sensing a massive threat, instinctively blocked Yin Shaoqing, baring her teeth and guarding her master fiercely.

Others were terrified; after all, the Twelfth Duke of the Heim family had the foul reputation of the Skull Elf. She had cleared the manors of over thirty nobles in a single night; those beasts in human skin were flayed by the fangs on her skull scepter, and those red, mangled “meat chunks” were hung high at their manor entrances, a blatant warning to all ignorant nobles. The Twelfth Duke of the Heim family refused to be one of them. And those commoners who should have been made into “meat strips” by the nobles—flayed alive and placed in salt pools for viewing pleasure—were brought by Cody to her castle. This was their sanctuary.

But now, a half-demon had mixed into her sanctuary and even beaten her people. “Tsk!” Cody really wanted to flay this half-demon and throw her into a pile of monsters.

“Alright, don’t be angry.” Yin Shaoqing was not afraid of Cody’s rage at all, even lightly patting her shoulder to comfort her. “I’ll manage her; don’t overthink things. In any case, your ideas can’t be realized.”

Yin Shaoqing’s words left Cody stunned. Indeed, the strength of the Heim Dukes was ranked by order; the First Duke was the strongest, and the Twelfth Duke the weakest. As for the Thirteenth Duke—the heir, Yin—this freak was an absolute anomaly. Her strength had once reigned over all the Dukes, unfathomable; it was only because she couldn’t control herself and was constantly running wild that the twelve Dukes joined forces to seal her power.

Three years ago, Yin was a weak rabbit, bullied at will. But now, Cody’s intuition told her Yin was right—she truly couldn’t beat her. “I’m really curious what on earth you went through in those three years.”

During the three years Yin Shaoqing vanished, the twelve Dukes used all sorts of methods to search for her traces, but to no avail. Until one day, Yin returned on her own, bringing a demonic snake from the bottom of the abyss, descending upon the top of the Heim family’s shrine with giant bone wings, drawing a burning proclamation in the darkness amidst lightning. The Tyrant of the Heim family had returned.

But no matter how others asked, Yin Shaoqing refused to answer. She waved her hand, unwilling to talk about that bad memory.

“Alright, we’re leaving.” Yin Shaoqing left several bottles of high-quality healing potions as compensation for her familiar’s actions. At the same time, she tossed a pure blood crystal to Cody, who was a centimeter shorter than her, which could increase Cody’s magic. This was payment in advance. Yin Shaoqing dragged Ladon along, waving her hand without looking back. “I’ll have to trouble you later, my dear Sister Cody.”

Cody, having already learned that Princess Celis and Prince Nonat were arriving, felt her head ache even more. she would rather take in a hundred commoners than let two so-called high-born nobles into her castle. That would be like maggots mixing into a bee swarm; other than eating and waiting to die, they would also raise their heads high to shout about the lowliness of others. Their ugly faces made one want to shred them and feed them to the dogs.

Nonat, already on the road, shivered. He stood in the shade of a tree, waiting for Celis to return from bathing in the spring. “I truly hope the adults of the Heim family kill all these hypocritical nobles!” the commoners forced to welcome the two nobles on both sides of the road cursed in their hearts.

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