r18novel Chapter 68 Wendy Chapter
Chapter 68 Wendy Chapter
"Father," Cecilia looked up at the man standing on high, "even today, I still feel that what you did was wrong."
Mr. Lawrence's face turned cold, but before he could even reprimand his unrepentant daughter, she cut him off.
"If what you say is truly true," she raised the sword she had snatched from the guard and pressed it against her neck, "the wealth and luxury enjoyed by the Lawrence family come from the oppressed, and your so-called protection must be obtained through their sacrifice. Then I—"
As the sword fell, her long, light blue hair cascaded down her shoulders.
"My relationship with you should be like this."
Sever all ties completely, with no further connection whatsoever.
*
Cecilia eventually left the Lawrence mansion with Wendy and the girl, even though Buck's resentment was almost tangible as they left, constantly shouting that Mr. Lawrence should kill the person who offended him so much, even if that person was his own sister.
But neither of the two people present took him seriously. Cecilia had never taken her brother seriously, while Mr. Lawrence was the opposite; he didn't take Cecilia seriously.
As always, when the man looked down at her, he treated her like an immature child. Or rather, his inherent contempt prevented him from seeing his daughter as an independent person.
In his eyes, Cecilia was a pampered and precious flower, and there was no way she could leave the fertile soil of the Lawrence family.
But Cecilia was not; she was just a tiny dandelion.
Unbeknownst to Mr. Lawrence, she had quietly grown so much that his current contempt would have irreversible consequences for him.
But such thinking is not entirely without merit; at least they are able to leave unscathed thanks to this contempt.
Lord Lawrence felt that, just as Buck had said, he had protected Cecilia too well, making her unaware of the horrors outside, which was why she had developed the idea of rebelling against him.
So he put on the act of a loving father, saying words of affection and that he was willing to let her go out and see the world, but the Lawrence family's door would still be open for her, as long as she was afraid and knew that only the Lawrence family was her best place to go.
Cecilia will eventually return.
She will become a sharp blade, like the rebels who stormed the isolated tower, cutting through the tyranny of the nobility.
As a means of demonstrating mercy, the girl was pardoned for her behavior that day by Lord Lawrence, and Buck was also ordered not to bother her again. At this moment, she was kneeling on the ground, thanking Cecilia repeatedly, and no matter how the latter tried to pull her up, she could not get up.
Cecilia spent a lot of effort persuading her to leave, but when she turned around, she saw Wendy watching from behind and couldn't help but complain, "Teacher Wendy, are you just going to stand by and watch?"
"Of course, I'm not the kind of bad guy who would interrupt a young lady's expression of gratitude. After all, you were so brave at the Lawrence's house, you deserve to be praised!" Wendy chuckled.
Cecilia belatedly felt a little embarrassed.
Who knew that Wendy, who was usually good at reading people's expressions, was acting strangely this time, praising her nonstop until her face got hotter and hotter, almost steaming.
"...Teacher Wendy! You could have handled these things yourself!" Cecilia exclaimed, covering her face.
Unfortunately, the guy she was criticizing never cared about saving face. He chuckled and said, "I'm just a weak commoner. How dare I defy that gentleman in this situation?"
Cecilia finally realized that he loved to act, but she couldn't do anything about it. After all, things in the trials were a mix of truth and fiction, and she couldn't guarantee that Wendy was really the wind spirit, the god Barbatos revered by everyone in Mondstadt.
No sooner had she put that matter aside than Wendy magically pulled a box from her hat: "Ta-da, a thank-you gift!"
According to the timeline, he gave me that earring during the badminton festival in the morning, so what's with this expensive-looking box?
Urged on by Wendy, she opened the box and found something unexpected.
"This feather..." Upon realizing that this was the same feather the wind spirit had given her a thousand years ago, Cecilia could no longer hide the shock in her eyes.
She didn't understand. If Wendy was unwilling to admit her other identity in front of her, shouldn't that mean that she didn't know about it in his eyes, and that they had never met?
But what about this feather? Is it a coincidence?
But Wendy's next words refuted her guess: "Perhaps another word would be 'returning it to its rightful owner.'"
As Cecilia's gaze grew increasingly puzzled, he chuckled and winked at her, as if asking her to keep this little secret, to pretend it was just a real dream—
After all, even gods are bound by something.
Cecilia seemed to understand but not quite, and finally gave up on asking further. Instead, she asked about something else: "Teacher Wendy, do you know of any places to stay in Mondstadt?"
She had left in a hurry and had no money on her. As someone who could only afford to work at a store to buy an apple pie, Wendy naturally didn't have much either. So, the hotel was out of the question, and Cecilia could only pin her hopes on Wendy, who was more familiar with the outside world.
He hesitated and avoided her gaze: "Haha, houses in Mondstadt are expensive, and I don't have anywhere to stay..."
As a city-state capable of resisting the dragon Usa, the influx of refugees and Lord Lawrence's covert control have made this place incredibly valuable. Given his habit of buying wine as soon as he gets paid, it's impossible for him to have a fixed residence in Mondstadt.
The demon god is full of energy, and he usually spends the long night in a tavern. Occasionally, when he runs out of money, he will transform into a wind sprite and take a nap anywhere. But this method is not very suitable for Cecilia.
After thinking it over and over, Wendy couldn't think of anywhere else besides that person.
And so, Vanessa found two homeless little creatures.
Cecilia sat down at the table somewhat awkwardly and politely thanked Lind for pouring her a glass of water.
"You're welcome!" The red-haired little girl smiled broadly. "I often hear my older sister talk about you, the pretty older sister with blue hair and the older brother with black hair who looks like he's up to no good!"
Mentioning her?
Cecilia glanced instinctively at the unfamiliar girl opposite her, who looked down slightly embarrassed: "I heard it from Wendy. He always mentions you when he talks, and after a while, I remembered it..."
A perfectly reasonable reason, aside from why Wendy keeps mentioning her.
Before she could ask, the guy decisively changed the subject: "Speaking of which, tomorrow should be the final duel. Vanessa, how are your preparations going?"
"I'm in pretty good shape. According to the information you helped me find out, no one can beat me. As long as I finish the last match, my people and I will regain our freedom."
……
Cecilia pieced together the whole story from their conversation: as outsiders who had wandered here, they were not accepted by the nobles in this city-state called Freedom. Instead, they were shackled and became slaves who could only exchange their lives for a living space.
But Vanessa couldn't stand the situation and made a pact with Lord Lawrence: if she won twelve duels, she and her people would regain their freedom, and tomorrow would be the last one.
Cecilia, however, felt that things were not so simple. She knew her father. If, as Vanessa said, no gladiator was her match, would her father really agree to this sure-fire deal?
She frowned. "Vanessa, staying might make things worse. Why not leave tonight? Maybe that way you can free your people sooner!"
Vanessa couldn't help but chuckle: "How come you said the same thing as Wendy?"
"That's what you call telepathy!" the bard joked with a smile.
"To be honest, I did consider this method, but my people, apart from me, have long forgotten the meaning of freedom. It's not a good choice for them. Only by fighting, striving, and experiencing it ourselves can we avoid being shackled in another form." Vanessa looked at the heavy lead ball strapped to her ankle.
While physical chains are easy to break, mental shackles do not disappear.
"People always want to do things that seem impossible, just like you. Aren't you also planning to do the foolish thing of overthrowing the tyranny of the nobility by your own strength?"
She was right, but Cecilia never expected the final battle to be like this.
When Cecilia heard that Vanessa and her people had been driven out of the city by Lord Lawrence and that she was required to defeat the dragon Usa in order to win the final battle, she was furious. There were many others like her.
The common people below the city walls were protesting. They all knew Vanessa's reputation as a gladiator and that everything she had done was to free herself and her people from slavery. But now Lord Lawrence was sending her to her death. How could they not be angry? How could they not want to rebel?
But Lord Lawrence didn't take them seriously; to him, they were nothing but ants, and could never shake his rule.
He relished watching Vanessa struggle through the blood, admiring the tragic state of her people before their deaths, and joined the surrounding nobles in spouting nonsense. When one of them sarcastically remarked that if Vanessa could defeat the dragon, he would not only gain freedom but also his own property, he joined in with great interest.
"If you can defeat the dragon, I can even entrust the entire city of Mondstadt to you. I'll unite with the other nobles to elect you as the city's lord. What do you say, Lord Vanessa?"
As he spoke, he burst into laughter, completely dispelling the pent-up frustration he had felt yesterday because of Cecilia's rebellion.
Until the pure white god descended, the music began, and Vanessa, guided by the wind, swung her sword, piercing through the dragon's hard scales, forcing Usa back.
Everyone stared in stunned silence at this miraculous scene.
The wind said, "What an interesting scene! Heroes and fools coexist, worthy of being recorded in a poem."
Lord Lawrence tried to escape, but the gods had already set their sights on him.
If you're going to play, you have to follow the rules, right?
(End of this chapter)
The author says: Yay! It's time in the mortal realm!
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