roccoschili Chapter 226 My Mother
Chapter 226 My Mother
Beatrice is a place where land is incredibly valuable, and owning a residence there is considered a privilege for the upper class. Countless people are displaced, but right now, Qin has arrived at a manor.
Unlike the outside world, which was shrouded in snow and wind, the manor was teeming with life, a scene of warm spring sunshine; in this respect alone, it seemed like a paradise on earth. But in this hellish place, there was no paradise.
Angela, on the other hand, "trusted" Qin very much and was not worried at all that Qin would run away, letting Qin "wander around" in Beatrice.
Oh, and there is a guide, a very luxurious one. I imagine there are very few people in Beatrice who can be guided by a snow guard.
“You must have a lot to do,” Qin said.
“The teacher has her own considerations,” Anna replied.
Angela asked her to be her guide, and she accepted without question.
"You actually listen to her," Qin replied casually.
“You’re so disobedient, aren’t you just doing what she planned?” Anna walked ahead. “It’s better to keep the process simple than to know in the end that everything is in vain.”
It's just sophistry.
But at least Jean now fully understands how neurotic Anna is.
Why don't you just say that everyone dies eventually, so you might as well die now? But then he thought about it again—wasn't that what he had been thinking before?
“Go inside, Lady Shuanghua is waiting for you.” Anna stopped in front of a small courtyard.
Shuanghua… No matter how Qin heard the name, it still haunted her. Just like the name suggested, this woman was as cold as ice, like winter snow, devoid of any warmth. Now, what did she want with her?
Admittedly, this woman's past was very unfortunate. From childhood to adulthood, she was raised like a petri dish, and unfortunately, she has continued to pass on this misfortune. If nothing unexpected happens, this series of misfortunes will continue.
Qin stepped in quietly, and even her slightest movement attracted a lot of attention. This was the stronghold of this veteran Snow Guard, one of Beatrice's ten most powerful and influential people.
They are also "relatives" who are related to me by blood, but unfortunately they are not family.
"Who are you? Do you have a pass?" Qin was stopped by a male mage after taking only a few steps.
Qin sized up the man in front of her who seemed somewhat familiar.
He shouldn't know anyone else in Beatrice, but the person in front of him always felt strangely familiar. It was a strange feeling; although he felt familiar, he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
In a daze—only then did Qin belatedly realize that this face looked very much like his own.
"My name is Qin," Qin introduced herself.
"Oh—you're Qin. I had a suspicion before." The other person chuckled. "What are you doing back here, you piece of trash?"
"Useless? I might not have cared before, but I'm not in a good mood being forcibly dragged here by a crazy white-haired woman." Qin replied expressionlessly, "If you're willing to kneel down and call me brother, I'll go easy on you."
If there are no surprises, this should also be Alexia's child, perhaps born to her blood-related father, otherwise they wouldn't look so alike.
But seeing him makes me furious.
"you--"
Before the clueless younger brother could even utter a word, Jean casually pinched his shoulder, instantly extinguishing his previous arrogant demeanor—he felt as if his body was falling apart, and his original intention to pull out his wand was reduced to simply trying to survive.
“I’ve actually killed quite a few people, and you probably don’t want to be the next one,” Qin whispered in his ear.
The sound of the harp was like the whisper of a demon, which frightened the magician in front of him so much that he fainted instantly.
She doesn't even put the witch's harp in her eyes; ordinary magicians are no match for her.
If he wanted to, a showdown with Beatrice would surely have dealt Beatrice's kingdom a terrible blow—but that wasn't his goal; his goal was to survive.
Jean's actions immediately attracted the attention of all the manor guards. He was listed as an attacker, and it was visible to the naked eye that a large amount of magic was poised to be unleashed in an attempt to eliminate him.
Among them were some high-energy magical fluctuations, which were the starting gestures used by witch-level mages to unleash their spells.
"Stop—" The tense atmosphere was stopped by a single sentence. The voice seemed to be transmitted by a sound magic spell, reaching the ears of all the guards in an instant.
Suddenly, a girl appeared before Qin: "Your mother is waiting for you. Come with me."
The person in front of you is just a mirror image; the real person is not here.
However, Qin just wants to complain that the cold and heartless woman is really good at giving birth, yet another one, but that's the meaning of a "petition dish," isn't it?
"Don't take that idiot Ark seriously. That's why he's the one guarding the gate," the girl's reflection said as she walked.
Yak, are you talking about the guy who blocked our way earlier? A gatekeeper… Thinking back, I wasn't even qualified to be a gatekeeper…
But it doesn’t matter.
"Young Miss." Lu Qin walked smoothly from then on. Although the person who came was just a mirror image, everyone bowed humbly to her wherever she went.
In Beatrice, this class divide is magnified many times over.
This person in front of me seems to be someone of great importance.
"Where is your original body now?" Qin was quite interested in this mirror magic. Compared to the mirror crystal projection she had encountered in the City of Faith, East, this mirror magic was many times more advanced.
"Isn't that obvious? Of course it's on the front lines. Oh, you really didn't know," the girl said belatedly. "See that door? Push it open and go in. I won't follow you."
Aren't you coming with me?
“My mother wants to see you, not me—in Beatrice, there’s a price to pay for not learning to read human language. So many times, I envy you.” With that, the girl disappeared.
What do I have to envy? Qin shook his head and pushed open the door. He didn't know why he wanted to see her, to see the woman who had once abandoned him.
Was she trying to question her about her coldness? Qin herself wasn't sure. And right now, that elegant and refined woman sat gracefully on the wooden chair—though Qin couldn't recall ever seeing her before, she was certain it was her.
Alexia, a person whose name was given to her by someone else.