Chapter 507
“What were you about to ask me just now?” Xiar glanced at Aivina beside him and inquired, “Were you going to ask what Windsor did?”
“Um.” Aivina hesitated for a moment before responding, “After all, she was my friend... once.”
Xiar looked at Aivina, lost in thought.
For Aivina, the real Windsor hadn’t done anything at all. She hadn’t helped the God of Order abduct Nia, hadn’t placed Xiar under house arrest, and hadn’t, under the influence of potions, killed countless innocent people...
If a crime that was thwarted before it even happened could still be considered a crime, then what did that make Windsor?
At least for Xiar, who could “enforce the law across time and space,” it certainly counted.
To cut the grass, one must uproot it.
If Windsor weren’t a princess but just an ordinary citizen, Xiar would have kicked her to death like a stray dog by the roadside.
“Her brain is a preserved specimen of the strong sound’s frontal lobe, containing the correct memories of the strong sound, essentially a living notebook of it,” Xiar explained. “I came here to confirm whether Lafayette had taken that brain.”
“I see...” Aivina recalled the scene from earlier and curiously asked, “Did she do anything wrong? You seemed to have a pretty harsh attitude towards her.”
“Well, it’s not like she did anything, really.” Xiar shook his head. “At least it was stopped before it could happen.”
Xiar had also noticed Aivina’s concern; she seemed reluctant to see her former friend being tormented by the maids. When she left, she deliberately didn’t cover the burn on her arm with her gloves, and she had given the maids a warning look as she departed.
Though she hadn’t said it outright, those maids would either resign or be too frightened to torment Windsor any further.
“Let’s go find Lucy.”
Xiar had temporarily decided to spare Windsor’s life; now, he wanted to see how Lucy was doing.
According to Aivina, Lucy seemed to be in quite a miserable state.
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**Chapter 264: The Tragic Miss Lucy**
Lucy’s luxurious residence.
In the master bedroom.
Scattered across the exquisite floor were empty bottles, and a figure lay despondently on the bed, her face wrapped in bandages that had turned red from the alcohol-induced dilation of her blood vessels.
A drop of blood trickled down from the soaked bandage, the cool liquid landing on the arm of the figure, bringing her a moment of clarity.
She stared blankly at the blood on her wrist, then, in a fit of frustration, yanked off the bandage from her face and turned to look at the mirror.
Without the bandage, the horrific sight of half her face torn apart stared back at her, stitched together with skin taken from her back, making her look like a monster.
If she wanted, she could spend more money to find better “doctors” or even “rebirthers” to treat her wounds... but at that moment, she had no desire to deal with such matters.
Knock, knock, knock—
The sound of knocking at the door startled Lucy, and she sprang up, quickly opening the door.
“Ugh...”
The face that suddenly appeared at the door made the maid instinctively take a step back, gasping in shock, but she quickly lowered her head and said, “Lady Xilufa... someone is looking for you...”
“Who is it?” Lucy asked urgently, a hint of hope in her voice.
“It’s someone from the Dutton Group. They’re asking you to confirm the deadline for attending the Independent Investigation Committee hearing in the president’s conference room...” the maid said nervously.
“Bullshit...” Lucy cursed, “An independent investigation committee... they can condemn me without any evidence? Just because of some baseless investigation by the strong sound that caused losses?! Those bastards coveting this position...”
The maid kept her head down, not daring to move as she listened to Lucy’s tirade.
Seeing the trembling maid before her, Lucy finally snapped back to reality. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her tone, and said, “It’s fine, thank you for telling me. Just tell them to get lost.”
Lucy forced a somewhat terrifying smile, then slowly closed the door. Once she had cut off the outside world’s view and sound, she kicked a bottle at her feet, cursing under her breath.
But before she could finish, another knock sounded at the door.
“Hah...” Lucy took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions. She grabbed a cloak from the coat rack by the door, put it on, and opened the door, tilting her body to ask, “What is it?”
“Lady Xilufa, there’s someone at the door looking for you...”
“I said tell them to get lost!”
Lucy reached out to slam the door shut, but the maid seemed to have gathered her courage and stepped forward, blocking the door with her body. “It’s not someone from the group, Miss Xilufa. The person in charge says her name is Xiar...”
Xiar...
Lucy’s eyes, hidden beneath the cloak, narrowed slightly. She didn’t bother changing her clothes, yanked the door open, and hastily shoved a handful of cash into the maid’s hands before rushing downstairs.
After all, only the Su pound had paper currency; shillings and pennies were just coins. This stack of Su pounds must have been over a hundred, but Lucy seemed completely unconcerned about this “small change.”
The news that “Xiar had come” was priceless to Lucy at that moment.
She dashed to the first floor, crossed the hall, and burst out the door, finally spotting the woman she had been longing for.
“Xiar!!!!” Lucy could hardly contain her emotions, and as she ran, her hood flew off.
Her scream startled Xiar and the others, who had been chatting outside. Xiar merely looked up in Lucy’s direction, but Nia reacted more quickly, drawing her shield and positioning it in front of the three of them.
Clang—
Lucy nearly collided with the shield, but misfortune struck; the stitches on her face seemed to tear apart from the impact, and blood began to pour from her face, mixing with tears as she collapsed to the ground.
“You finally came... Miss Xiar...”
Xiar looked at Lucy’s tragic state and sighed inwardly.
How many wrong turns had it taken to end up like this... Was the title “Destined One” a bit misplaced? With that “lucky coin,” it should be called “Avenger” instead...
In the time that followed, Xiar helped Lucy back into her large house, instructing the maid to fetch the medical supplies that Lucy always kept on hand, and began to tend to the stitches on Lucy’s face while she lay on the sofa.
Xiar was quite experienced with stitching... though she had mostly sewn up corpses before, her experience with living patients was limited, so her needlework might be a bit rough.
As Xiar stitched Lucy’s skin, she listened to Lucy’s complaints. When Lucy became emotional, tears would fall, requiring Tara to stand by with a cloth to wipe them away, preventing the tears from dripping onto the wounds and adding salt to the injury.
“Miss Xiar, please, you have to help me... help me secure this promotion opportunity, I’ll do anything you ask.” Just as Xiar finished stitching Lucy’s face, Lucy propped herself up, grasping Xiar’s wrist in desperation, as if afraid Xiar would run away.
This incident had completely entangled Lucy... but her delays and stubbornness had indeed bought Xiar a lot of precious time; otherwise, the strong sound would have arrived even faster.
Those who stood on the right side of the line shouldn’t have such an ending... Xiar silently contemplated a compensation plan in her mind.
Lucy’s current situation wasn’t particularly complex.
Her unexpected promotion had already touched upon the interests of many factions within the group, and there were plenty of people eager to snatch her position.
Moreover, Lucy’s forced removal for investigation by the strong sound, which had caused losses for the Dutton Group, was being used as a weapon against her by those who had lost out. Coincidentally, the secret of who had killed the “key person” would also implicate Xiar and the “organization” behind her, which Lucy couldn’t disclose.
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