Invincible witch

"Hey, I'm not 'your girl'." I protested, eyeing him suspiciously. "And, what do you mean by that last sentence?"

Rutger stared straight at me, and after what seemed like a long time, a strange smile slowly formed on his lips.

"Smart girl, I don't believe you can't understand me." He said, his chin slightly lifted, and he tapped lightly towards the door.

"Now, no matter whether it is elves or humans, no one will believe that you are on their side." He said calmly, with a hint of exclamation in his tone.

"How did you get yourself to this point, Jezebeth?"

When the devil's name, which I hadn't remembered for a long time, spit out slowly from between his two thin lips, I jumped up immediately as if I had been severely scalded by a flame.

I think my expression must be very ugly, because Rutger suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Angry?" He took two steps in front of me, as if he wanted to come in front of me.I immediately took two steps back subconsciously, feeling that the thorns all over my body stood up like a hedgehog whose territory had been violated and its old bottom had been lifted.

"I don't mean any harm, I just want you to know that even if you are Delaire, you are Luna, you have done a lot for these people... But in their eyes, once you change sides, you are still Jezebeth— —even though they don't know that you are Jezebeth," he said softly.

Ah, I think I see what he means.

When I was Jezebeth, some people followed me for fear, some for power, and some for profit.When I was Delaire, some people followed me for trust, some for faith, some for gratitude.Even if I only do Luna, there are always people following me for orders.As I moved between several identities and appearances, there were always people following me for something, because they were sure I was on their side—and only on their side.

But right now, I'm not on either side.It's dangerous.In particular, in their eyes, I have bewitched the great hero of the elves, the ruler of Elrollan. I have the territory and power of the human race, and I can control the wishes of the No. 1 elves.They worry that I'll one day be more than content with this place, that I'll want more, like the real Jezebeth; The continent of Ashan is involved.

I wanted to growl angrily, but also wanted to smile helplessly. I was in a dilemma for a moment. Finally, I just twisted the corners of my lips, squeezed out a stiff smile, and said casually: "These people's assumptions are really ridiculous... don't they think Do I want to be like Queen Isabel? That's too..."

Rutger interrupted me, "No, Luna, they don't think you want to be Queen Isabel." He took two steps closer to me, his light blue eyes locked on my face.

"They're afraid you'll want to be Biara one day."

Blood rushed to the top of my head.I felt my temples twitching and my mind buzzing.

My eyes widened in disbelief, and I clenched my hands into fists, unable to restrain my body from trembling from the extreme anger bursting out of being misunderstood.

"Biara?! I've been fighting Biara for so many years! The last thing I want to do is Biara!!" I yelled at Rutger incoherently, feeling my cheeks on fire piping hot.

"What the hell do they want from me?! Even though I was trying to protect myself at the beginning, haven't I worked hard for the righteous side! Didn't I try my best to kill those enemies, demons and zombies... Is it fake?!"

For some reason, tears rolled down my face and sank silently into the lawn beneath my feet.

I don't know how long or when, Rutger was already standing very close to me. He hesitated for a moment, and stretched out a hand towards me, as if facing a depressed and confused person. Like a child, he touched my head and messed up my hair.

"This world is like this, Luna." His voice seemed to sound above my head, and seemed to sound far away from me, "If someone loves you, someone must hate you; if someone has good intentions for you, someone must love you." Being malicious towards you... It's not that if you treat others well, you will definitely get the same return. Look, you taught me this truth, why are you so hard to see it now?"

There was a hint of imperceptible sympathy in his voice, and although the last rhetorical question was a bit joking, I could still hear some kind of warm emotion from it.I sniffed, feeling better, and glared at him.

"I said, Your Excellency the Marquis, you must have heard about my current situation, so did you come here on purpose today to laugh at me?"

My answer no doubt made Rutger look extremely satisfied.He seemed happy to see me back on my feet - even if I forced a smile - and a smile welled up in his eyes.He shrugged, spread his hands, and said innocently, "Hey, you've always thought so badly of me. You've broken my heart again—you know, pretty lady, you're the only one I've ever met. Where was the first lady to turn me down?"

I raised my eyebrows slightly, and replied: "So are you here today to strengthen my determination?"

Rutger laughed out loud.

I stared at his smiling face, feeling a little dazed and in a trance for a while.

The few bodies I used before, except for the Lady Maeve who was temporarily borrowed, are human races, and the other ladies—whether they are forest elves, dark elves, or demons—basically all races with a long life, young The appearance can also be maintained for a long time, and the body's self-healing ability is also very strong.So after several years of fierce fighting, the faces of those ladies are still young and beautiful, as if they have never been eroded by cruel wars and time.

But Rutger was different.He is a human race, and he was once trapped in ups and downs. From wandering around the world when he was young, to the battlefield of life and death when he was young, he has squatted in the prison of the undead and demons, and was also imprisoned by the fake queen disguised by Biara. After being tortured, he ended up living in a dilapidated refugee camp to hide. The years of wind and frost inevitably carved some marks on his face.

The man in front of me now, dressed in gorgeous clothes, has light brown curly hair cut very short, only the pale blue, unfeeling eyes are the same as before.But I know that he is no longer the chic and calm prodigal son who was still talking and laughing while being seriously injured in the black prison of zombies.Just as I am no longer the "Queen of the Hive" or the "Queen of the Hive" or Sheogh's in that prison cell with the red hair and pointy ears who had to walk the tightrope between good and evil in fear to hide my true colors. "The temptress" the same.

My thoughts didn't wander very far, because Rutger's laughter stopped at some point and his eyes drifted to the door.I also subconsciously followed his line of sight to the door leading to the courtyard, and suddenly found a figure wearing a very cool cloak of leaves!

I opened my mouth wide in surprise and forgot how to react for a moment.

The breeze blew through the courtyard, blowing his straight blond long hair.His body is fit and straight, full of irresistible heroism and strength.He stood silent in the doorway, broad-shouldered and heroic, like one of the most majestic, steady and indestructible oaks that ever grows in the fields of Irollan.Whenever I see this man, he always makes me feel warm and palpitating, just like the feeling of galloping a horse recklessly through the undulating mountains against the warm wind in the late spring afternoon.

He seemed to notice that I was looking at him, paused, left the door, walked slowly into the courtyard, and stood still under the big tree where I planned to build a tree house.

Rutger's eyes seemed to flicker, and then he spoke first.

"Lord Fan Dan, why are you here today? Could it be that... the talks between our country and your country have finally collapsed?" He had a malicious smile on his face, and his tone was narrow.

Fandan frowned deeply almost instantly, and stared at him displeasedly.Rutger sneered, and added: "The peace talks are not going well, everyone knows this... Isn't this matter taking up most of your time and energy?" He touched his clean chin, and said to himself: "I really don't know what everyone is arguing about..."

"It's not easy to reach a consensus on many things, which is normal. Your country and our country are two different countries, and each has its own considerations." Findan replied coldly to Rutger, and the wording sounded very official, almost like It is a diplomatic rhetoric.

Rutger raised his eyebrows and said provocatively: "This kind of boring alliance is really nothing to talk about. I just don't understand why someone would take her out as an important factor— — without her, we couldn't have succeeded so quickly." He tapped his chin a little in my direction.

I was a little surprised that he put this question directly in front of Findan, but Findan is worthy of Iroland's "warrior, poet and diplomat", he replied Rutger with a deadpan expression: "Yes, but very Unfortunately, a lot of people have forgotten that."

Rutger raised his eyebrows even higher, as if he hadn't expected Findan to be so open.His eyes swept over Findan's face, and his tone became a little aggressive.

"However, Lord Findan of Iroland, you have enough prestige, fame and power to remind those people of her contribution." He said slowly, "Why didn't you do that? It's because you thought she As before, can you overcome all these difficulties with your own efforts?"

Fan Dan stood there, silent as an eternal mountain.He didn't move at all, just gliding slowly across Rutger's face with his blue eyes, as if he was weighing the damage value of the person in front of him and what he said to him.Then he came to the conclusion - far from dangerous enough.So he continued to remain silent, as if nothing Rutger questioned was worth answering.

I suddenly found this short silence unbearable.What Rutger was alluding to was too much for me to bear.Even more insufferable than those out there who have forgotten my efforts.

So I spoke quickly.

"Rutge, I want to thank you for your concern..." I looked at the new Marquis of Freishien and said softly, "I don't think you have forgotten that I used to be Jezebeth. And Sheogh's Jezebeth can defeat all opponents on her own."

For a moment Rutger looked incredible.He seemed to want to refute my words, but just as he was about to speak, I cut him off first.

"Of course, I think I also have some questions to ask Mr. Findan."

Rutger looked at me fixedly, and after a few minutes, he nodded stiffly, said a few polite words, and left immediately.He walked away with big and fast steps, as if there was a burst of anger but he couldn't vent it.I think he must be mourning my misfortune, and angering me.

I think I can guess why Rutger provoked Findan—he felt that as my lover, Findan did not spare no effort to defend me in front of everyone, so he was not worth it for me, and he felt that I was wronged. I have never been wronged—but, life is so long, it is impossible for a person to never be wronged in his own life.I had to trust Findan, I had to defend him with all my might, and I had to believe that everything he did had a good reason, because I loved him and only him.

When Rutger's figure completely disappeared outside the gate of the Countess Dipperwood's mansion, Findan still stood where he was.The blazing sunlight dragged the big tree into a long shadow on the ground, and that shadow just crossed his expressionless face, making him who was always bright and upright look a little deep and unpredictable at this moment.

I didn't speak for a moment.

This is the first time he has publicly visited my earl's mansion since I became the Countess of Dipperwood of the Unicorn Empire.In broad daylight, I don't know how many people saw Irollan's Fandan walk into the gate of the Countess Dipperwood's mansion.But what is he doing here at this hour?Doesn't he know how many caring people outside are waiting for this scene to happen in front of them, so as to confirm some of their doubts and speculations?Is he just here to study the big tree I plan to build a tree house, or to drive away the new Marquis of Freishne, Rutger, who always makes him look unhappy?

I was silent for a while, seeing that Fandan didn't intend to speak, so I had nothing to say.

"Fantan, are you here today because you are worried that I will suffocate myself in this big house because I am afraid of those gossips?"

Fan Dan turned his head and stared at me in disbelief, and scolded me: "Don't talk nonsense! Can a few words scare you? It's not like you haven't been told before. I don't think you have ever Know how to reflect!..."

I said with a playful smile: "That was before... At that time, I was a demon lord, and I was already very good if people were not afraid of me... It's different now, I still want to make a living here, how can I be disrespectful to what others say?" What's going on? I'm afraid that they will suspect me and treat me as an undercover agent or pawn sent by the other party..."

Fan Dan seemed very dissatisfied with my easy-going attitude, and said excitedly: "What do you have to be afraid of? You had many enemies in the past, but I have never seen you get discouraged or shrink back."

I widened my eyes, and couldn't believe that he didn't think my worries were justified at all, and shouted angrily: "Didn't I say that! I was a devil at that time! Even if others hate me, it should be! But now no the same……"

"At that time, there were people who still didn't like you even though they didn't know you were a devil." Fan Dan's tone seemed to be straightforward, "But you have never lost to her."

He used the word "she".I noticed it in an instant.

So he was referring to his secret crush, another heroine of the elves, the young An Wen who was favored by the goddess Sirena?

Although I know that An Wen has never been a problem for me, my tone still sounds a little sour for some reason.

"I'm afraid that in the eyes of the people of your country, I might as well lose to her." I snorted coldly, folded my arms around my chest, and squinted at Fandan's tense face. "They must regret that they supported me as a demon back then."