Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 64

Chapter 64: The Crack

“That little brat from the Heim family really knows how to cause trouble.” An elder of the Alf race sighed, pressing his hand to his forehead. Back when they used the Eleventh Duke of Heim to strike a “friendly” agreement with her, she already showed a tendency to destroy the contract. Sure enough, not long after, she incited her familiar and found an excuse to break the contract and forcibly send Prince Nonat back.

“Now she is once again indulging her familiar to bewitch the people and control a vast number of commoners.”

At a noble council meeting that included the Holy Court, the base and greedy participants inverted black and white, shifting all the blame onto Yin Shaoqing. “Not every Duke of the Heim family respects the spirit of the contract; at least the current heir of Heim does not.” A royal of the Vattel family held their head high, greed and ruthlessness gleaming in their golden eyes.

The Heim family had established a non-interference contract with the Holy Court long before the Era of Destruction. However, three hundred eras of the Peace Era have passed. In an age where the reputation of the nobility is declining day by day, the Heim family, increasingly championed by the commoners, has become the target of public criticism.

“We can no longer allow that lunatic from the Heim family to continue deceiving the world. Dark mages should never have existed on this continent from the very beginning.”

Hypocritical and greedy people always find various excuses to kill their opponents, even when the other party is the one harboring kindness, justice, and light.

Tucked away in a corner, watching those greedy faces shamelessly lay their darkness out on the table, the old Principal of Warner Academy only felt… that it was time for a hero to appear on this foul continent. His brilliance would strangle all filth, leaving no place for darkness and ugly human nature to hide.

“Warner Academy will stand in Yin’s camp.” Returning to the academy, the old Principal gave such a clear reply to all the factions within the school. “Those who wish to leave, go now.”

The old Principal’s expression did not look like a joke; the Vice-Principal stepped forward with some concern. “Will the members of the Heim family not help Yin?”

The old Principal had just said they would stand by Yin, not by the Heim family. Clearly, “Those are a group of cowardly maggots who only know how to complete their so-called contracts with their heads down.”

For three hundred eras, the illusion of the “spirit of the contract” worn by the twelve Dukes of Heim was ruthlessly torn away by the old Principal. “The first Duke of Heim struck a contract with the Light Elves: the thirteen Dukes must guard the Trasil Front to the death, and not a single one may be absent.”

If they betrayed the oath, if any one of them left without permission or broke the contractual promise, they would fall into darkness forever. In that infinite darkness, they would be unable to see, hear, or move, until their souls were completely eroded by time. That was a punishment more terrifying than death.

The Vice-Principal let out a long sigh upon hearing this. She said somewhat ironically, “I am truly curious what the Dukes of Heim back then actually demanded from the Light Elves.” Did that promised object truly exist in this world? Otherwise, for hundreds of years, so many Dukes have died guarding the front lines, yet the promised reward has never been seen.

“That is not our concern,” the old Principal shook his head. When a storm sweeps the entire continent, in order to avoid war and suffering, he must lead his people to find the safest place. This was also why the Black Crow race was able to stand out in Warner Academy, a place where elites gathered, and become the Principal. They were helmsmen, controlling the correct course of the ship…

“Ah, it’s you!” A small stall located at a corner of the long street welcomed an unexpected guest. The thin woman looked excitedly at the hero before her.

Long jet-black hair fell over the woman’s straight back, and her pale, strong fingers loosely held a golden stone. That stone was very beautiful, especially the way it sparkled with a dazzling rainbow glow under the sunlight. However, it was definitely not as beautiful or deep as the fire-glazed eyes of the person in front of her.

The shy woman covered her lips to stop herself from screaming out loud. Those eyes were the most charming gemstones she had ever seen! The appraisal from a gemstone seller would never be wrong; the woman believed in her own eyes.

Carrying a long blade and dressed in black knight’s attire, Ladon chose the shiny stone that attracted her most. She took out a gold coin from the half-palm-wide diagonal belt at her waist and handed it to the gemstone seller.

“Yes, yes! Just a moment!” The short woman’s cheeks flushed as she busily and clumsily wrapped the stone for Ladon.

The Black-Scaled Witch—Ladon—this was not her first time in this town. Ladon hurried through various towns almost every day. In this cold winter, the warriors had repelled the vast majority of monsters, but there were still some stragglers harassing the towns on the Trasil Front.

Ladon’s wild intuition was very sharp and accurate. Regarding those monsters hidden in every town, she could always find them first. In fact, she was more accurate than a Great Mage’s divination. She was essentially a living monster-detection scroll. Many mercenary groups wanted Ladon to join their teams to help each other and earn commissions from the Heim family together.

Even the members of the Heim family thought the same way; they also vied for Ladon, hoping to kill off the monsters sooner with her help to enhance the prestige of the Heim family. However, the tall, solitary, and silent half-demon rejected everyone. The collar on her neck reminded her at every moment who her master was.

Ladon put away the packaged stone, gently stroked the collar, and turned to leave amidst the annoying snow. Winter in Trasil was unpredictable, and the recurring snowy days dissatisfied Ladon. She hated the cold because the ice and snow made chaotic memory fragments surface in her mind.

Initially, Ladon had curiously watched those fragments. There were many strangers on them, as well as some familiar faces. But these were too boring; the demoness, struggling against her wild nature, let out a lazy yawn, not interested in her memory recovery at all.

But her master did not allow her to escape. The half-demon hummed in grievance, unhappily flipping through those fragments in an attempt to recover her memories instantly.

The young man with pointed ears was Vattel, the golden-haired man was the Holy Clergy, the emerald-eyed female was Celis, and the girl with the black ponytail was Yin Heimdall…

“Hmm?” The half-demon, who had been lying sprawled on the bed, suddenly jumped up. It was her master!

The woman, unconsciously curling her lips, smiled innocently, with a hint of cuteness in her silliness. The originally bored Ladon watched those fragments in her mind tensely. She saw some fragmented events. Her master found Nonat, and then there was a black bottle containing demon blood…

Smash! The porcelain cup by the bed was knocked to the ground by the woman, whose face suddenly turned pale. The water in the cup and the shards splashed into the dark corner. A crawling insect surviving there was startled and accidentally fell into the water, crawling into another patch of darkness with the foul water. The water stains it dragged along dirtied the clean floor, just like Ladon’s pure white soul being marked with a heavy stroke.

“You will regret it one day.” Just a few months ago, the gold-eyed demon had gripped her throat and said those words.

Ladon knelt on the bed, desperately suppressing the nauseating desire churning in her chest and the irrepressible hatred in her eyes. That black bottle… the demon blood that destroyed her future…

“No…”

The demonic beast that could only roar finally let out a human cry. She was hoarse, in pain, rejecting her own memories. She did not believe what she saw.

“Admit it, what you see is the truth.” The soft whisper made the face of the woman holding the letter turn grim, her eyes dark and unreadable.

The Fat Calico Cat squatted on the nearby desk. After saying only that one sentence, it didn’t want to speak anymore due to the low pressure in the room. Yin Shaoqing had begun investigating the reason why Ladon was harmed shortly before Celis died. Now, Bamei had found the truth for her.

But the truth laid out before her was so… “Ridiculous.”

A storm was brewing in the woman’s voice, and a cold indifference radiated from her dark-gold eyes. The contract that once bound her and that half-demon together had, in this sudden instant, been violently broken by a crack.

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