V2 Chapter 41
Such a beautiful and handsome young man!
Anyone would surely be attracted by this idol-level handsome youth that had suddenly appeared.
He was dressed in a blue brocade robe, his exquisite face was flawless without a trace of blemish. He had a pair of sky blue, beautifully clear eyes. Above his nose and between his eyebrows, was an exotic beauty mark, making him appear even more mysterious and pretty handsome.
Faran Woodlock. Sibylla’s third cousin and a known genius in the arts of Magic, having a very pure bloodline of the Ancient Dryads. Years ago, Sibylla and Faran were quite close for a relative as the latter treated her quite intimately and full of care. Faran Woodlock was even famous and well-known among the women circle of the Demon World, as someone with a bright future as well as a very high candidacy for a loved one. Sibylla had even thought of marrying Faran a few years ago and was thinking of choosing him to achieve a desperate matter so that she could avoid the arrangement of her future with the Second Prince. However, Faran was dispatched three years ago to the Central Region War along with the First Prince to become his retainer. And so she couldn’t find him and the plan failed—though thinking about it now, that is surely a very unreasonable thought. Fortunately, she hadn’t done anything that would become her deepest regret…
Although she had a crush on Faran but that was long ago—seeing him now doesn’t make her heart fluttered like it used to be. I wonder why…? Sibylla mused in her mind as she gazed at Faran with indifferent eyes. She then responded, “If Big Brother Faran can be considered of humble birth, then what am I? Our families are close relatives; Big Brother Faran doesn’t need to act with formality.” Sibylla smiled faintly. Then, her gaze narrowed, “…However, I want to warn Big Brother Faran not to casually enter a Lady’s chamber, especially in the dead of the night.” A furious anger could be seen on her voice. “I am a woman with a man. Having another man causally enter my chamber, even if it is a close relative, is something unacceptable.”
However, the handsome youth, Faran was not the least bit disturbed. He casually sat at the edge of the bed with a handsome smile, “Lady Sibylla, please don’t talk about the trash prince, it’s unsightly. I know that you hated that wastrel trash and hope to be able to escape from his hands…and that is something I can help with.”
Faran couldn’t help secretly gasping in admiration; she was truly worthy of being called sixth most beautiful girls in Demon Imperial Capital, which he longed for day and night. She had only seen her back but it was enough to stop time. She was only less than twenty years old but she already had such a figure that would be difficult to find in other women.
This girl…he must have her! Faran’s eyes sparkled in lust which disappeared after a moment.
“… …” Sibylla’s eyes narrowed but it was immediately replaced by a gorgeous smile. “Ho… what does Big Brother Faran suggest? This little sister will surely open her ears to listen.”
“Hahaha, I know that Lady Sibylla will understand my worries. You do know how much of a wastrel and trash the second prince was. He is surely didn’t deserve your beauty and talents, Lady Sibylla. A womanizer trash without any talents and power and could only cower in a corner…he’s truly a scum beyond redemption…only borrowing his background to bully people and act arrogantly, truly the worst, I dare say,” Faran’s expression was full of disgust and contempt. He continued on insulting and mock the second prince without reserve, even calling him, ‘Trash,’ ‘Ant’ ‘Coward’ and while not sparing any spare any cents just to praise the First Prince, Lucifalion, “…His Royal Highness the First Prince doesn’t like the trash prince and would surely deal with him. I don’t like Lady Sibylla to be wrongly implicated by him…” And blah! blah! blah!
“…and what does Big Brother Faran wanted me to do?” Sibylla muttered with a gentle face. Not a ripple could be seen on her expression or tone.
The handsome youth, Faran stood up and slowly walked towards Sibylla. He then crouched down and kneeled on one knee in front of Sibylla, taking her hand, at the same time, his palm automatically stroked the back of her hand. Her hands were as tender as snow and warm as jade. With utmost bliss, Faran said, “Lady Sibylla, you know what I feel for you all this time. I loved you and cared for you deeply from the bottom of my heart. I ask His Highness, to bestow you to me and save you from this hellish place and accursed fate, in which he happily agreed to. As long as we can end the Trash Prince life, we will surely be together forever, having a happy life that we would long for day and night.”
“… …”
“...And I know that you also shared the same feelings as I have. You don’t need to be shackled from the duties and responsibilities of your family. Auntie will surely understand that allying with the First Prince is a choice that she would never regret in the future! So please be at ease! How about it, Sibylla… will you accept…?”
Sibylla’s heart moved and her lips curled upwards, turning into a beautiful smile. “Big Brother Faran…” Her voice was also sweet-sounding and pleasant to the ears. Seeing this, Faran was extremely happy as Sibylla’s responses were already as clear as day.
“Lady Sibylla…” Faran almost choked out from happiness. Raising his head, he could finally see Sibylla’s beautiful face up close, and for a moment, he suddenly felt that the world became much brighter; it was as if a stone was thrown within the lake in his heart which caused countless of ripples. Her face was incomparably delicate, her eyebrows were slender and she had a beautiful body, her majestic eyes looked at him as if she was gazing at the earth from above, it was as if she was a fairy overlooking this mundane world. Even though her light emerald dress was slightly too large, her chest still prominently bulged, Faran couldn’t help staring for a moment as if he had a heart attack.
With utmost excitement, Faran slowly stood up and opened his arms wide, wanting to embrace her, wanting to feel her—
Swooosh. However, just as he was about to hug her, Faran’s eyes widened in shock.
When he was about to pull her into his embrace, Sibylla suddenly lifted up her head, her eyes were tightly fixed at him. At that moment, the air inside the room was like being frozen. Faran was like being stared at by a poisonous viper, an invisible fear was present in his heart. The outspread of coldness, caused his heart to violently shiver. However, before he could move, a blurry figure flashed in front of him, and immediately after, he felt a stinging pain across his neck.
“Lady Sibylla…you!!” Faran muttered in shock as a sharp and red dagger appeared in his vision.
Sibylla looks at him, her eyes cold and icy, causing even the dagger she was holding to appear even colder and deadly in the dark dim light.
“You love me…is that it?” Sibylla smiled but the anger covering her cold face wasn’t thin and she was releasing a cold and distant feeling. Even though she saw her intimate cousin that had not seen for several years, she still didn’t show the slightest amount of happiness on her face and her delicate eyebrows narrowed instead, because a man had never entered her room before, and only one man in this world is allowed to. And furthermore, she actually listened for almost an entire hour, blaspheming and insulting her most beloved in front of her…?
Even if he was her true relative or someone once close to her, that is something she could not forgive.
And now, Faran actually told her that he and she would kill the Second Prince…?
If this is not courting death, then what was it…?
Boooom!! Sibylla shot her palm towards the shocked Faran’s chest, causing the latter to be blown away towards the wall. When Faran crushed, he hurriedly covered his neck which was sporting with a fountain of blood, his eyes shock and full of panic. He then vomited blood, creating a red pool in front of him, coughing; he stared at Sibylla standing before him, watching him suffer with indifferent cold eyes. “What, what did you do…?! Wh, why?!” he gnashed his teeth in despair as the hidden concoction within the blade started work, his body slowly becoming numb and paralyzed. He couldn't even muster any mana and energy, as he sprawled on the floor, staring at Sibylla as if he was in a nightmare.
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Sibylla’s nature was delicate and mild. Her heart clear as water and her innermost being was ultimately conservative as despite having a blood of a Demon running through her veins, as well as being groomed within the harsh environment and culture of the Demon World, she still scrupulously abided by the standards that all women should follow. That is her pride, that is her purity…!
A daughter must observe filial piety and depend on her parents. A mother must be compassionate and give affection to her children. A wife must be docile and obedient to her husband, that he may not fear her betrayal. Such was the kind of woman that was thought to be the perfect choice for a wife…whether they were humans, demons, beasts, monsters—such a noble wife character, was most women wanted to uphold.
The figure of a certain youth appeared in her mind whenever she in a daze and absent-minded. His meaningful glances and his never fading smile occupied her thoughts at all times, for they would not go away.
The awakening of love in her heart felt vast and indistinct but also it also brought agony and a deep, deep guilt.
She was not an ambitious person, nor was she a talented one. Even though she stood above normal masses, and her beauty and talents above the norm—giving her spotlight that was envied by many people of her age and generation. But she was certain, that what she was right now could never be of help to him. Aside from her family’s influence and resources, she was basically a decorative doll. If someone wanted to harm him, aside from becoming a meat shield, sacrificing her life to take death upon her from him, there’s nothing else she could do. Her powers and abilities are too inferior compared to all the people around him—and she felt sorry about it. She had a drive and desire but talents and potential have limits…and it’s not something it could easily bypass.
That’s why, although she dislikes the thought of him having other women apart from her, she couldn’t force Cian to choose such a difficult decision. Aside from the fact that her beloved fiancée has such incurable personality that is extremely weak to temptation, Cian needed other people’s powers for his own cause. And she couldn’t block his path due to her jealousy.
The Second prince always told her, he didn’t want her to do anything nor expected anything more from her and that all he wanted was for her to always be beside him. That is enough…that is already the most wonderful help one could ever do, that only she alone could achieve. Even still, as a woman, who doesn’t want to help her most beloved…?
And so, Faran’s farce for her was nothing but stupidity…!
From beginning to end, she had an expression of watching a play with a touch of mockery, as she watched the clown perform. She couldn’t do anything rash as at present, Faran was stronger than her. Regardless of what she would do, he could easily swat her to death with the palm of a hand. Furthermore, she was in a location and time to cause any commotion, as it might draw some unfavorable and cruel rumors, in which she doesn't for Cian to hear. And so, she waited.
Under this kind of ambiance, a situation where completely dangerous for her, she could only speak and act like a deranged woman. She advanced gradually step by step while setting up traps everywhere, calmly and unperturbed, she washed away the injustice against herself. She was already angry—extremely angry!
This chamber was a space that belonged to her, and only the Second Prince, her beloved fiancé would be allowed to enter. And so, when Faran shamelessly intruded in, it made her feel annoyed and anxious. In fact, she didn’t completely hear what he had said all this time, only pick up some important information such as the scheme of the First Prince. She had tried thinking of ways to one-up Faran and caught him off guard, as she knows she would never be able to defeat him in a direct fight.
She never had thoughts of killing him, despite him insulting her fiancé. After all, Faran was still a close relative, and someone she had adored in the past. However, the moment she heard him blaspheming her beloved, anger ruled upon her like a surging magma. And it exploded when he spoke of killing Cian with a cold and mocking voice—that was the moment, Sibylla lost herself, as anger overwhelmed her, and the thoughts of killing him appeared in her mind, despite the consequences that will happen if ever someone got to know of what had transpired at this very night…!
“La, lady Sibylla…why? Do, don’t tell me… you fell in love for the Second Prince?!” Faran was not an idiot and he immediately confirmed his suspicion. However, he had always thought that her mother was the one forcing her to be with him, after all, depending on the Second Prince character and personality, which sane woman would want to be with him? Furthermore, he had never imagined that the gentle and amiable little girl he had known of all his life would actually sneak attack him, wanting to really kill him…!
It’s something that had never crossed his mind, not even once…!
“I, I thought you love me…? Wh, why? Didn’t we promise…when we were children…th, that you and me…together? All this time, my, my love for you didn’t ever change, do you really…… don’t have any feelings for me?”
Sibylla snorted. “I don’t want to hear you babbling nonsense, all my life I only loved one person, only have one husband, and that is not you. Indeed, I have taken a liking for you before but all of it was just a childish misconception. An emotion veiled by pretense and many glassworks, that I had not noticed earlier due to my inexperience. When I have my moments of down and despair, thinking about my hellish future in the hands of the Second Prince…where were you?”
“… …?!”
“…you have told me before you left for the war. That you will become the greatest warrior and become the most powerful demon in the world, running towards the battlefield like an idiot… I tried asking you to come back because I don’t want to marry His Highness… but even one letter…did you respond? No, not once have I received it. I was fallen into the pit of despair and thought of taking my own life for relief. I thought you will come…or hope for at least one letter coming from you, saying that everything would be fine… but you didn’t…!” Sibylla muttered coldly. Then, she snorted, “…did you really think that a woman’s heart would never change in the passing of time? That even if you bravely pursued your own dream, that is really okay to neglect the people you said you loved…? Is that even love in the first place?” Sibylla thought about Cian’s smiling face. Unlike you, he was always here for me…
With his large ambitions, cold and detached character, he was ought to fulfill his dreams without bothering anyone, all while leaving someone useless like her behind…however, unexpectedly when she needed him, that pale and slender frail-looking hands was always there for her to cling on.
When she was feeling troubled, or worrying about something, even without her saying anything, he knows what to say and do for her to cheer up. He was always there when you needed him, always says what you wanted to hear, and do what you wanted him to do, without him being told by you…!
Just like what Cian had said before, she had always been foolish. Possessing a one-track mind. When she loves someone, she will love them with all her heart and soul. Giving them everything she has and possessed without caring about the price or any repayment. However, when she hated one, she will curse them for eternity, wanting to rip them apart with her bare hands.
That is because--
A woman lives for emotion.
Can die for love.
...And worst can transform the world for passion…
She was really loyal and sincere towards her own beloved; her love was engraved to the deepest level. Once she gave her own body and heart to Cian, even if she would stay with another man in the same room she would feel disgusted, and felt unworthy of having him. To appease that, either she would punish herself or kill the man who was the one responsible for making her create such a sin.
She would never compromise. She was very afraid of losing him. Although she wouldn’t admit it, Cian had become her moral support and reason to be happy...especially in this twisted, cruel world.
Faran’s face was indefinitely gloomy, his expression full of despair and bitterness. He had indeed neglected her due to his dreams and aspiration. However, he had always been confident with his own charm that as long as he would make his move and along with his high achievements and status in life, any women would surely fall for him. Especially Sibylla who he was certain had fallen for him since long ago. Then if Faran would chase after Sibylla it will be quite easy. Yet he didn’t expect that despite he came here personally to see her, she would tell him such words and even want to take his life. Just where did something go wrong?
This was definitely not behaving incoherently due to her confused heart, but these were the most sincere words that came from the bottom of her heart.
“Then…what? Are you saying the trash Second Prince is better than me…?!”
Sibylla smiled faintly, a gentleness flashed across her eyes, “Much better than you… Big Brother Faran…much, much, much better than you…”
“Impossible!”
“It’s not impossible.” Sibylla shook her head. “…I admit if it was before, I would have not thought like this. In fact, if I had chosen you at that time, I would have never had a chance of completely understanding His Highness. I would have regretted it even if I die… fortunately, the heavens treated me well.”
“… you?! You’re being brainwashed?! Didn’t you even notice it?! Your mind is being tempered! You’re being deceived!” Faran yelled out loudly.
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