r18novel Chapter 165 Mother, did you arrange this?
Chapter 165 Mother, did you arrange this?
Chapter 165 Mother, did you arrange this?
Captain's cabin of the Black Death.
At this moment, the air in the magnificent room was as cold as if it had frozen.
Tracy sat on her large, velvet-covered bed, a sinister, twisted smile on her face. Her fingertips were slowly tracing a short whip woven from black leather.
The end of the whip left a dark scratch on the velvet sheet.
"Clatter".
A tear slid down the blonde maid's cheek and landed on the cold wooden floor. She was kneeling before Tracy, her body trembling with fear, barely daring to breathe.
Why was the captain so angry? The reason is simple.
This afternoon, she mustered her courage and, after cleaning the room, imagined herself lying on the captain's soft bed, just like before, waiting for his return, hoping to win back his favor with her body.
She even went so far as to put on the captain's favorite silk pajamas, hoping to give her a "surprise".
But that's not the most important thing—the most important thing is that while making the bed, she saw the somewhat worn-looking men's coat that the captain had been holding in his arms.
That wretched thief—the moment the blonde maid saw that coat, an undisguised jealousy flashed in her eyes.
Since the captain returned, he's been like a different person. He's not only neglected me, but he also wears that coat every day and often has a look of reminiscence on his face.
The captain's behavior was undoubtedly related to the original owner of the coat.
"hateful!"
Perhaps out of resentment, or perhaps for other reasons, after a brief internal struggle, she "thoughtfully" took the coat to be washed, using the most fragrant soap to clean it thoroughly, completely removing the scent of the strange man that made her somewhat jealous.
However, she was very happy taking a bath, unaware of how angry Tracy would be when she returned and saw this scene.
After all, in a way, this coat was the only thing Lorne left her.
Now, however, it has been encroached upon by outsiders.
"Tell me," Tracy's voice was soft, yet like the forked tongue of a viper, "how should I punish you?"
The blonde maid shuddered. Suppressing the oppressive aura that almost suffocated her, she explained in a trembling voice, "The ship."
Captain—I—I just noticed that the coat hadn't been washed in a long time, so I—
Before she could finish speaking, Tracy interrupted her with a cold, sharp rebuke.
"Didn't I tell you," Tracy slowly stood up, the whip in her hand whistling through the air, "that you are not allowed in my room without my permission!"
"I seem to have been a little too nice to you." She walked up to the maid and lifted her face with the handle of her whip. "So nice that you've forgotten your place. It seems you don't want to stay on this ship any longer."
Upon hearing this, the blonde maid dared not argue any longer. Terrified, she repeatedly kowtowed and apologized, "I was wrong, Captain!"
I'll never do it again! I...
Just as Tracy raised her whip, ready to strike with all her might, the surface of the huge full-length mirror in the room suddenly rippled like water.
A strange ripple appeared.
Tracy stopped moving. The anger on her face vanished instantly, replaced by an icy coldness.
She glanced at the trembling maid on the ground and said with disgust, "Get out of here!"
The blonde maid felt like she had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the suffocating room.
After the door closed, Katarina's graceful figure slowly emerged from the mirror.
"Oh dear~" She looked at the mess in the room and the whip in Tracy's hand, a playful smile on her face. "My little Tracy, who's she so angry with?"
Tracy offered no explanation, only staring at Katarina with her cold, expressionless eyes.
"Mother, why are you here again?"
Seeing her daughter's aloof expression, Katarina immediately put on a tearful face and said in a pitiful tone, "Little Tracy, are you really not welcoming to your mother? I came here especially to bring you good news."
"Alright, Mother, let's get down to business." Tracy didn't want to waste any more time acting with her and quickly got to the point.
"Okay~" Katarina shrugged helplessly, putting away her superb acting skills.
Her purpose in coming here was to tell Tracy that the sect's higher-ups were very satisfied with her "voluntary" handing over of the entire ship full of extraordinary materials, and had already attributed it all to her merits.
"So, your ascension to Sequence 4 'Witch of Despair' is tacitly approved," Katarina said. "However, there are other operations within the cult recently, and the specific arrangements will have to wait a while. You can also use this time to completely digest the Sequence 5 'Witch of Pain' potion."
Upon hearing the news, Tracy simply gave a cold "hmm," her face devoid of any joy.
To be honest, she's not really that enthusiastic about getting promoted anymore.
In particular, the fact that this opportunity was obtained in exchange for Lorne's half of the materials made her feel like it was some kind of dirty deal.
More importantly, using the potions provided by the cult to advance meant she would never be able to escape the cult's control. All her previous ideas about "freedom" and "the future" ultimately became nothing but illusions.
Just as she was feeling upset, the delicate dressing mirror on her bedside table suddenly rippled slightly.
It was Misor who contacted her.
Could it be that there's news about Brando?
Tracy immediately perked up, picked up the dressing mirror, glanced at her mother, then turned her back and began to talk to Missol.
Katarina stood not far behind her, a playful smile on her face, watching with interest, without making any unnecessary movements.
"What?! How is that possible?!"
Suddenly! An uncontrollable gasp, filled with shock and disbelief, escaped from Tracy's throat. Her slender hands, gripping the vanity mirror, turned white from the force, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
"Oh my, what interesting thing happened?" Katarina walked over curiously.
However, what she saw was Tracy's eyes, which had turned red.
Tracy whirled around, her eyes filled with a mixture of grief, anger, and deep-seated hatred, and stared intently at Katarina as she questioned her:
"Mother, did you arrange this?!"
"what?"