“How long are you going to pretend to be asleep, dear sister?”
The young man stood at the edge of his cousin’s bed, tilting his head. He had stared at her for quite some time before commenting. His soft voice was sweet as honey, but the sarcasm in his tone was chilling.
Dilferi coughed softly and a sickly blush bloomed beneath her white cheeks. Her lush lashes fluttered open, revealing a pair of bright, clear eyes staring at her cousin. Her eyes revealed her feeble state, but a burning hatred resided in the depth of her eyes.
“What do you want, Akel.”
“You heard what I said earlier. You know what I want, don’t you?” The young man leaned down and peered into his cousin’s eyes, “If you hand over the Ring of the Broken Sword from Yanbao, I’ll let you off the hook today.”
“And if I say no?” Dilferi averted her eyes fearfully.
The young man smirked and grabbed her by the chin, wrenching her face back. He leered at the face in front of him, a face that belonged to his cousin, “Do you think I wouldn’t touch you, dear sister?”
“You’re crazy!” Dilferi detected the fervent possessiveness in her cousin’s eyes. She didn’t know whether to tremble in fear or in anger. All the blood seemed to drain out of the young girl’s pale face. Her face had almost become transparent, like a beautiful piece of jade.
“You’re truly a masterpiece. It’s a miracle that old, blind uncle of mine was able to give birth to a daughter like you.”
The young man smiled sardonically, moving one hand to press against her chest. “On the count of three, tell me where the Ring of the Broken Sword of Yanbao is. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude.”
The Countess trembled slightly, but she stubbornly closed her eyes. She knew very well that her cousin was by no means the kind of gentleman who kept his word, and if she opened her mouth here, a miserable end would be waiting for her.
“Don’t you dare touch me, Akel, or you’ll never touch that ring for the rest of your life.” Dilferi replied icily, forcing herself to calm down. Yanbao’s Ring of the Broken Sword was a token of the Count of Yanbao that had been passed down from generation to generation since the Seifer Dynasty. This ring was to the House Yanbao as the Sacred Lionheart Sword was to Aouine and the Flaming Blade Oderfeiss was to the Kirrultz Empire. Without this ring, the Count of Yanbao cannot be legitimized.
“Wrong answer. Three.” The young man smirked, “My dear sister, you’ve got one thing wrong. Do you really think this ring is so important to me? Sooner or later, the position of the Count of Yanbao will be mine. It doesn’t matter whether I have these superficial tokens or not. In comparison, I’m more interested in you!”
With that, he popped open the first brass button on Dilferi’s shirt.
“Ah-!” Dilferi felt a breeze on her chest; A patch of her snow-white skin was exposed. She couldn’t help but scream, “Akel, you’re mad!”
Click here to report chapter errors,After the report, the editor will correct the chapter content within two minutes, please be patient.