You call this the mastermind?

There is a strange fragrance in the girl's boudoir, which is the body fragrance mixed with the smell of some elegant solid wood furniture.

From time to time, a gust of evening breeze blows in from the window blocked by pink curtains, bringing in the freshness and unique fishy smell of the grass outside.

When it blows over the desk by the window, it rustles some manuscripts written with black and delicate small words on it.

However, at this time, the hostess of the room was not sitting in front of the desk. Instead, a snow-white kitten swung its tail and walked around the surface of the table, then jumped and landed on a classical black and white grand piano not far away.

A messy and unnecessary noise of piano keys sounded.

The little female cat seemed to want to attract the attention of the hostess of the room in this way.

However, what made it wonder was that the noise of stepping on the piano would usually cause a lot of complaints, but now, it did not get any feedback at all.

Looking sideways, it found that the little master with beautiful blonde hair was hiding in a luxurious four-poster bed covered by pink curtains, curled up and wrapped in red satin bedding.

The gauze-like curtains blocked its sight, and it could not see what the little master was doing.

It could only vaguely see the graceful body in the red quilt trembling, accompanied by faint sobs, as if she was sobbing softly because of something.

Listening carefully, it could also vaguely hear some sad murmurs. The hostess in the quilt seemed to be constantly murmuring someone's name and address.

At first, it was like the whisper of mosquitoes and flies, very weak, but gradually, it became relatively clear.

However, because of this, the hostess seemed to be even more sad. After a few wails, there was no sound at all.

It seemed that the person on the bed had cried tired and fell asleep peacefully.

The room became quiet as a result.

However, some people's sadness comes and goes quickly, while some people's sadness never ends.

Under the curious gaze of the kitten, the hostess, who had just fallen asleep for a short time, began to cry softly with self-pity.

As if she had really encountered some unbearable pain.

So it jumped onto the bed lightly, came to the head of the hostess curled up in the quilt, and used its pink paws to fiddle with the few strands of messy blonde hair that were left out of the quilt, trying to comfort her.

The hostess's sobbing stopped abruptly.

Then, a white and delicate hand with slender fingers pulled out of the quilt, fumbled and patted the kitten's forehead a few times.

Accompanied by a weak and slightly hoarse complaint.

"Go play somewhere else, don't bother me."

"Meow~"

The kitten called her affectionately, tilted its head and gently bit the mistress's white and tender fingers, but inexplicably sneezed because of the body fragrance on them, and the sound was extremely cute.

Pets usually have the power to heal people's hearts.

With this interruption, the sad emotions in the heart of the young girl curled up in the red quilt slowly calmed down.

She lifted the quilt and sat up. She first wiped the wet corners of her eyes with the velvet handkerchief on the bedside table, then got off the bed with bare feet and walked towards the bathroom.

The toes painted with enchanting black left some faint marks on the white carpet, and the back of the blonde in thin pajamas gradually walked away. Under the curious gaze of the little kitten, after a while, the sound of water filling the bathtub appeared in the bathroom.

Then, accompanied by a trivial sound of body entering the water, the surroundings fell into a state of complete silence.

…

In another bedroom far away from here, the nun who was lying on the bed was relieved.

Her current situation was very special, similar to possession, and she could clearly feel the blonde girl's thoughts, emotions and physical state.

But unlike possession, her thoughts were not projected onto Alyssa.

It was like being in sync with the other party. With some kind of blood connection, Alyssa's thoughts and even all the feelings she endured would be projected onto her through a wonderful connection.

So, although she couldn't see, she could clearly know what the other party was doing.

This made her feel very speechless.

Isn't he just a little brat?

As for crying for him to this extent?

However, although the experience tonight made the nun a little embarrassed, she was more excited.

Because she found that things became more interesting.

She now knew that when her dear sister faced a choice, she not only did not expel or even kill the apprentice who affected the relationship between mother and daughter.

On the contrary, she went with the flow and pretended to be in a lover relationship with her student!

This was an extremely stupid response in the eyes of the nun.

Because if she was not careful about this kind of thing, not only would her daughter's thoughts not be cut off, but the mother and daughter would become enemies.

Especially when there were enemies watching in secret.     But if you think about it carefully, it seems that it is not wrong for sister Isabella to make such a decision.

According to the girl's usual personality, she is unlikely to do anything out of line.

However, who would have thought that there was someone behind the girl?

"You are really making a mess of yourself, my dear sister..."

Mumbling with interest, the nun lying on the bed closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling what a certain blonde girl was thinking at the moment.

[The water is so hot, uncle, bathtub plot... Will mom eat it too? ]

[So boring... Uncle, I want to be hugged...]

[A little sleepy...]

Because the bloodline has not been fully awakened, the nun's synchronization is not complete, intermittent, and some thoughts are very confusing.

But the nun herself is not very interested in what her daughter is thinking.

This does not prevent her from consciously inserting certain thoughts into the girl's mind under this vague feeling.

"Am I really my mother's child?"

"How could she do that to me?"

"It must be because of the engagement that mom wants to lie to me."

"Damn Felix!"

...

The state synchronization between mother and daughter is actually one-way. She can only feel everything about Alyssa, but Alyssa cannot feel hers.

However, relying on her superb spiritual power, she can distort and influence her daughter's thoughts through this one-way connection.

Although this influence may not be very strong, and may even be very vague after being transmitted, or even simply become some kind of emotion that cannot form a sentence.

But it can still greatly change Alyssa's thoughts and attitudes on certain things.

For example, with the help of the nun, the girl suddenly "thought it out clearly". The so-called stepfather is likely to be a play by her mother because of the engagement.

For example, the novel she wrote before.

Writing a novel is certainly not a perverted idea, but a strategy.

A strategy that can make Mrs. Chelsea panic and must find a way to save her daughter from being perverted.

The girl will think that as long as she shows strong abnormality, her mother will definitely feel sorry for her, and then take the initiative to confess everything and return her uncle to her.

The deep reason for this idea is, of course, because the nun wants to use this to provoke the relationship between mother and daughter.

This is like a "beauty trap". Using the beauty to constantly sow discord, the rift between the two sides will become larger and larger, and finally a conflict will break out.

However, whether it is the mother and daughter who are trapped in the trap, or the beauty used as a pawn, they cannot detect the existence of the nun who is performing the trick.

The young girl Alyssa only thinks that certain thoughts are what she thinks in her own mind!

This is the source of the nun's confidence that she can successfully train her daughter into a bloodthirsty demon, and then stab her sister Isabella in the back.

Of course, since he is in the game, the little bastard named Mellen will definitely not have a good end.

Let him be proud now, thinking that being fought over by two women will be a good thing?

There will always be a day when he can't cry!

When she thought of some bloody and cruel scenes that would happen in the future, the nun was full of excitement and even couldn't wait.

But on the surface, she was always guiding the current thoughts of a certain blonde girl step by step.

"I remember that there seems to be a special bedroom somewhere in the manor?"

"Mom never let me get close to that place."

"Is there any secret in it..."

After laying the groundwork for the truth about her biological mother, the nun disconnected this synchronization.

The blonde young woman lying on the bed opened her eyes.

She looked at the luxurious brown carpet for a long time, thinking about her plan, her next move, and something she was looking forward to...

Gradually, she thought of everything she had felt before.

A sense of restlessness quietly emerged from the bottom of her heart, causing her toes, which were also painted in seductive black, to rub and twist on the bed unconsciously.

She bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, and her eyes couldn't help but become blurred.

She murmured someone's name.

"Anthony..."