[West Fantasy] The noble lady who was divorced became rich

"What did you tell Richard just now?" Lucius didn't dare to let go of his curiosity until Marianne boarded the boat.

Because of Lucius' sudden approach, Abigail didn't dare to stay beside Mariana, and could only watch Lucius in a posture that almost held Mariana in his arms, blocking half of the outside world's sight.

Mariana's nose was only a punch away from Lucius' chest, and she could even hear Lucius' breathing and the rubbing of his palm against the iron railing.

"You are too lenient." Mariana trusted Lucius very much, but she couldn't bear the other party's attempt to control her: "As an elder brother and knight commander, your words and deeds are not in line with your status."

Lucius' breathing stopped for a moment.

From Abigail's point of view, Lucius's pupils could be seen suddenly rounded, but in the blink of an eye, the groggy red-haired knight regained his usual composure, and then caught up with him in Mariana. In front of his arm, he let go of the hand encircling the opponent, and walked to the other side of the deck as if nothing had happened.

"You're playing with fire." Although Abigail was an innocent girl, it didn't mean that she was an idiot who couldn't understand emotional changes.Besides, in front of Mariana, she didn't have to pretend to be pure or put on a white lotus posture: "You are not normal siblings at all."

Abigail looked carefully at Mariana's expression, and lowered her voice lower than the sound of ants falling into the cracks in the floor: "He loves you."

"I know." Mariana's voice was terrifyingly calm: "I've always known."

When the ship approached Brittany, the sea breeze became much softer, and there was no such sharp feeling as a razor blade.

And the people of the Britannian court had already been waiting on the shore, but there was no Britannian regent whom Marianne wanted to see most—Lord Fitzroy.

"Your Highness." Lena, the head maid wearing a black veil, took the lead in expressing her respect and apology for not being able to greet her with a more grand attire after Mariana disembarked: "Please forgive my negligence, after all, Bree Tania is now more understaffed than ever."

"You don't need to apologize for your reasonable grief." Mariana and Lena kissed each other's cheeks, and the latter took advantage of this time to whisper in Mariana's ear: "You are appointed by the Duchess of Brittania. heir."

Mariana saw the meaning of "be careful" in Lena's eyes.

On their way to the Royal Palace of Brittany, they passed a convoy.

"That's the convoy to meet King Solins." Lena, who was in the same car, noticed that the convoy not only held the flag of the Kingdom of Britannia, but also several flags with the regent's private coat of arms printed on them: " Presumably King Solins would be honored to be greeted by the Regent himself."

"That's not necessarily the case." Marianne felt that this grand appearance didn't look like welcoming a distant visitor, but rather like giving someone a blow.

"Being the uncrowned king for 30 years, he is naturally suffocating."

Although in the eyes of the general public, the Prince Regent of Brittany is already a kind of illegitimate son who is better mixed up, but only the person concerned knows what it feels like.

"Fitzroy." Mariana said the real name of Britannia's regent: "It means the son of the king."

"However, when your great-grandfather died, the regent was not qualified to wait by the bedside." Lena had always looked down on the man who held the Duchess of Brittania hostage, and even cursed with vicious words in private He: "Even when your great-grandfather and grandfather died, he didn't have the right to bear the coffin or stand in the front row."

This may have been an act of revenge by the old Duke's widow (the former Grand Duchess of Aquique, Mariana's grandmother) and the Duchess of Brittania.

Therefore, after the death of the Duchess of Brittania, the Prince Regent said that he would also take the place of mourner.

However, in legal terms, only the heir or husband of the Duchess of Brittania can be the master of her funeral.

"Personally, I hope you will be the mourner of the duchess's funeral." Lena couldn't help but blushed when she thought of her old master: "Although what the duchess wants to see most before she dies is Aquique The Grand Duchess, but as the Grand Duchess, it is impossible to see the Duchess for the last time in person, let alone be the head of the Duchess's funeral, so..."

Lena looked at Mariana carefully, her humble eyes were moving.

"Ma'am, even if I intend to be the head of the funeral, I can't do anything in the face of the pressure from the regent and King Solins." Mariana half-truthfully said, "Maybe you can help me deal with the regent. "

Mariana knew she needed someone to help her understand the situation in Britannia.

And is there a more suitable candidate than the head maid who has been used by the Duchess of Brittania for decades?

Facing Mariana's not-so-tactful hint, Lena agreed without much thought.

"Her life has been bitter enough." Lena looked out of the window where the scenery flew by, and the extremely painful life of the Duchess of Brittania seemed to flash before her eyes.

"At least when she's buried, keep her out of the people she hates the most."

Lena turned her face sideways and wiped the corners of her eyes at an angle that Mariana couldn't see.

"What about you?" Mariana turned her head away at the right time, so that Lena could vent those emotions that needed to be restrained: "You are the only one who remembers her, and the only one she loved, right?"

Mariana's words made Lena's shoulders tremble, and even her suppressed crying became much louder.

"The truth hidden behind time is actually not difficult to guess." Mariana pressed her cheek against the window glass, and saw Lena's twitching shoulders through the reflection.

"Although my aunt is weak, it has nothing to do with whether she gets married or not." Mariana knew how obsessed some nobles were with blood inheritance, and from the perspective of the regent, he also hoped that Britta The Duchess of Niah can leave a legal heir to prevent the title from falling into the hands of the Grand Duchess of Aquique.

"It's not important anymore." Lena dropped the black veil on her hat to prevent Mariana from seeing her swollen eyes from crying.

"The Duchess doesn't need you to remember her."

Lena's voice pierced through the fine black veil, revealing a chilling coldness.

"She just wants me to remember her."

"just me."

Lena tightened the fabric on her knees, and the outline outlined by the black gauze was firmer than that of the god of war.

"I will avenge those who hurt her."

Mariana waited for a long time before hearing Lena's voice: "I hope you will treat her favorite Britannia kindly, and then scatter my ashes beside her sarcophagus."

"..." Mariana turned her head and thought for a while, before leaving a faint "Hmm!"

…………… I am the dividing line……………

Compared with the court of the Grand Duchy of Aquique, the court of Britannia is smaller, and the shadow of Solins can be seen in the details.

Oster carefully avoided places where the sun could shine, and quietly appeared behind Mariana.

"There are portraits of successive Dukes of Brittania hanging here." Marianne looked at the latest portrait and asked casually, "Can you draw?"

"Drow society doesn't teach such useless things." A strand of silver hair hung on Mariana's shoulders, followed by an itchy breathing sound: "Some mistresses paint with their lover's body."

"Oh? Then what are their painting tools?"

"Knife, sharp knife."

Oster bewitched: "You can try it on me."

"...Is that what you drows only know?" Mariana grabbed the silver hair that fell on her shoulders, and watched the tall Oster gradually twist her lower body: "You are like a beast in heat now."

"As long as you are happy." The pain from the scalp was not enough to cause Oster to change his expression: "Whether it is verbal insult or physical torture, I don't care."

Oster just wants to be useful to Mariana.

If he can't even do this, then what awaits him is either to be executed by Marianne himself, or to be blacked out by those bastards who want to seize the seat.

Because of the height difference between the two, Oster had to look at Marianne in a kneeling posture looking up.

This posture that can make the other party feel in control has always been the favorite of drow female elves.

Mariana lowered her head, grabbed Oster's neck with both hands, and after slowly tightening until Oster's breathing gradually became short of breath, she suddenly smiled and said, "For the time being, you are qualified."

Oster, desperately restraining his desire to survive, didn't dare to take a big breath even after Mariana let go.

And not far away, Bai Xue, who was hiding like a snake, kept watching the situation here.

As long as Oster dared to resist Marianne, Baixue, who had already been ordered, would kill Oster without hesitation.

This is both Oster's gamble and Mariana's little test.

However, Oster, who got away with it by chance, knew very well that Mariana didn't really believe him, and just needed a man who could be used in Britannia... or cannon fodder.

"Your Highness, thank you for your grace of not killing." Oster carefully calmed his shortness of breath. After receiving Bai Xue's deadly eyes, he realized that he had to get Marianne before she left Britannia. trust.

"Before you prove your worth, don't rejoice too early." Mariana glanced at the portrait of the Duchess of Brittania for the last time, and gave Oster an order: "Keep an eye on Lena... Prevent her from acting against me before the hearing."

"Yes." Oster rubbed the neck strangled by Marianne, reminding himself not to waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

When Mariana left, Bai Xue tried to reach out to Mariana, but quickly retracted before the other party noticed.

"Bai Xue, restrain your killing intent."

Mariana turned around and waved to Bai Xue. After the other party bowed her head meekly, the figures of Oster and even Lucius appeared in her mind: "Don't make trouble."

"obedient."

"obedient."