Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 49 - 42 She is Fearless (2)

Chapter 49: Chapter 42 She is Fearless (2)

Three days of tenderness.

That was the rare light in a gloomy life, and Angelica would never snuff out that glimmer by herself.

If she betrayed her master, then she could only live a lifetime like a dog... no, even worse than a dog.

The two nuns, originally smug looks on their faces, gradually stiffened, then disappeared.

"We told you, didn’t we? That man never liked you, not once..."

"It’s just because of your lowly status, which made it convenient for her to make a move..."

"It’s only because your face is pretty enough to arouse his desire."

Angelica laughed, a radiant laugh, though due to the pain in her body, her lips were constantly trembling:

"So what?"

"Even if he’s only interested in my face, in my body, so what?"

"At least, in my master’s eyes, I am a human being, not a dog!"

The two nuns had not anticipated Angelica’s will to be so resolute.

They were like being jabbed by some invisible force, their bodies uncontrollably trembling with Fury, as one of the nuns, with a Dagger in hand, pointed at Angelica’s face: "You’re quite confident in your face, aren’t you..."

"Do you think, if this face were to be scarred, he would still keep you around?"

Angelica laughed contemptuously, she had seized control of her own will, no matter what might happen... Perhaps, she might regret it in the future, but at least for now, she would not.

This was enough, as long as the master wasn’t hurt.

Strangely, Angelica felt a bit proud, even though the master who had once promised to appear before her if she was ever bullied or in danger, had not shown up.

There was also a tiny bit of resentment in her heart.

Perhaps they were right; the master might have chosen her just because it was easier to approach a Maid in her position.

In her master’s heart, there may not have been the slightest bit of affection for her.

But she was that foolish.

Solely because of three days of tenderness...

But, maybe it was also a bit cool.

Even though she previously had to live like a dog under Rose Vesper’s thumb, she never expected she would have a moment to be cool; it was quite a nice feeling.

She wondered, after she died, if her master would occasionally remember he had a little Maid who only served him for three days. If he would occasionally think of her, that would be enough — no regrets.

Oddly, at this moment she hadn’t thought even once about the position of Holy Daughter, which Augustus had promised her as a bribe. Perhaps, the title of Holy Daughter had become quite insignificant to her by now.

Being a Holy Daughter couldn’t compare to the happiness of being a little Maid by her master’s side.

If possible, she truly wished she could be a Maid by her master’s side for a lifetime.

"Idiot..." the nun spat.

The gaze Angelica fixed on her made the nun inexplicably irritable.

She couldn’t understand how there could be someone so foolish in this world.

But in the end, she did not do it, since they still needed Angelica to drug the Hero. If they really disfigured Angelica, even if the Hero were a fool, he would sense something was wrong.

Taking a deep breath, the two nuns exchanged a look. Although they yearned to completely crush Angelica’s will, when a woman is not afraid of death, not even disfigurement, her will is tougher than steel, and their torture could no longer bend Angelica’s resolve.

Such firm resolve, perhaps even the Holy Daughter’s Magic Scroll might not have an effect.

But, they had to try.

If failure was the only outcome, then the only option would be to kill Angelica. After all, today’s events must not be made known at any cost.

Another nun pulled out a magic scroll.

Although she knew Angelica’s willpower was extremely strong, the nun couldn’t help but try to provoke Angelica, simply because she desperately wanted to see Angelica crumble. The destruction of such a resolute will would surely bring the greatest pleasure.

"Angelica, do you know what this is?"

"Spirit magic, Conscious Control!"

"I respect your will, but even the strongest will cannot withstand the erosion of magic. Once the scroll is unfurled, you will become a puppet, a marionette, acting on our commands."

"No matter how much you resist, you will inevitably mix the magic potion into the food of your most beloved, most trusted master."

"That man will still die a miserable death because of you."

The nun said with a hoarse voice, eager to see Angelica’s despair. Despite such strong willpower, she would still ultimately kill her own master by her hand.

Wouldn’t it hurt? Wouldn’t it be desperate?

But the nun was disappointed.

Angelica’s eyes did widen, and yes, there was fear in her gaze.

She hadn’t expected that the nuns would have such a thing in their possession. She thought that if worst came to worst, she would just be killed. When she last refused the proposal of the two, she didn’t intend to survive.

But this, this alone was unacceptable.

She was truly afraid.

Even if it wasn’t voluntary, even if she was being manipulated, Angelica was unwilling to kill her master with her own hands.

Then, Angelica did something that caught the two nuns completely off guard; her hands were bound, but her feet were not.

She had just struggled up from the ground, her body still unsteady when she lunged at the nun holding the blade, wanting to impale her own chest with the dagger in the nun’s hand.

The nun was also startled by Angelica’s action, and by the time she realized Angelica was coming at her and tried to retract the dagger, it was already too late.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce Angelica’s chest, at that moment...

Hiss!

A faint sound of something slicing through the air suddenly came from behind.

The next second, with a clang, a small pebble struck the side of the dagger.

The dagger was knocked out of the air, and the nun’s palm bled profusely as her grip split open.

The sudden turn of events drastically changed the complexions of the two nuns; almost simultaneously, they spun around in a swift motion: "Who?"

A figure slowly materialized before everyone’s eyes.

Angelica’s face wore an expression as if she were dreaming, filled with disbelief. She wanted to rub her eyes, suspecting she might be mistaken, but with her wrists bound, she couldn’t.

She just subconsciously struggled fiercely, as if wanting to throw herself into that person’s embrace, to feel the warmth of his chest.

The two nuns, on the other hand, wore expressions that quickly shifted between moods, their eyebrows tightly furrowed.

The man’s figure approached slowly until he stopped less than three meters away from the two cloaked nuns. With a hoarse voice and a smile he said, "It is I!"

"Or rather, the ’foolish and insecure Hero’ you nuns speak of!"

"Pleasure to meet you, although I do not yet know your esteemed names?"

Poised and courteous, as if a gentleman!

Only the slight upward curl of his lips harbored a hint of murderous intent!

For these two women, the end was nigh!

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