Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon
Chapter 354 - 353: The King’s Appearance

Chapter 354: Chapter 353: The King’s Appearance

"Your Highness... Chancellor, the Court Council will convene shortly, and he asked... asked if you would be attending?" The Attendant stood trembling at the door, her back nearly bent parallel to the ground.

Yet the person she was questioning was not some bloodthirsty villain, but merely a fifteen-year-old girl.

Although few had witnessed the carnage that befell the palace firsthand, everyone had heard the rumors: It was said that this seemingly frail Ninth Princess killed all of her brothers and sisters with a decorative dagger. As every royal offspring lay fallen, she stood amidst the bloodbath, smiling.

Those were all nobles of the esteemed Laurel Family!

If she could slaughter such high nobility without a second thought, wouldn’t commoners be less than dogs and pigs in her eyes? The Attendant feared that by stepping through the door left foot first, she might enrage the other and meet a grisly end of beheading.

In fact, it was not uncommon for attendants and maids to mysteriously disappear in the royal palace.

And in these discussions, Bifey Tesser, the Ninth Princess, was always the center of attention.

The girl set down the book in her hand and looked up at her, "Are you very afraid of me?"

"No, no... How dare I be afraid of you!" The Attendant knelt down on both knees, her words tumbling out in terror, "Please, have mercy on me!"

"I had no thought of hurting you, so there’s no need for you to beg for mercy," Bifey said quietly. "Arise, just tell the people who sent you that I will attend."

"Ah? Yes... Yes! I’ll see to it right away!"

"Don’t forget to come back and help me dress after you’ve relayed the message... I won’t trouble the other servants."

As the other skittishly retreated from the bedroom, she picked up the book again and began to read earnestly.

’Miss Clara... did I do the right thing?’

She waited quietly for a while, and the gentle voice, as always, resounded in her heart.

’You did well, child. The more your enemies wish to see you crumble, the more you must remain steadfast. Now that you have ascended the throne, you must bear all the responsibilities that come with it. I know many are waiting to see you fail, but you will ultimately silence them all.’

’But I have never attended a Court Council...’

’That doesn’t matter. Just by sitting in that seat, no one can ignore you. Stand tall, child, you are stronger than you think, and I will always be with you throughout this journey.’

Bifey’s heart settled completely.

Yes, my brothers fled, leaving father, mother, and themselves in this cruel world. If even they are deemed worthy of the throne, what do I have to fear?

"Your Highness..." The Attendant reappeared at the doorway, holding a white gown, still bowing deeply, "I’ve come to help you get dressed."

"Mhmm." She untied her belt, opening her arms, "You change it."

The other person swallowed nervously, bravely approached Bifey, and stiffly began changing her out of her casual dress and into the new attire.

As the girl’s back became entirely exposed, the Attendant couldn’t help but cover her mouth.

All along her waist, abdomen, and shoulders were several prominent scars—though healed, the twisted scars were undoubtedly severe for a young girl.

"Ugly, aren’t they?"

"Your Highness, these scars are..."

"Souvenirs left by my brothers and sisters. They were so intent on killing me they overlooked the fatal blade coming from behind," Bifey said indifferently. "But I guess that’s not the story that circulates in the court. Rather, they say I slaughtered them all, and that’s why Duke Longjiu agreed to spare my life."

The Attendant’s heart skipped a beat.

My goodness, was she referring to that palace upheaval? It was only heard through the words of others, but now that the Ninth Princess herself said it, it was as good as confirmed. As to who killed whom, that question was no longer important, for in the end, only Bifey remained.

"You, you were just defending yourself, it can’t be considered... wrong."

"How could that be possible," Bifei sighed softly, "No matter how justified, the stain of patricide can never be washed away. I don’t hope for my parents’ forgiveness, but I haven’t forgotten the real enemy. If I also died, the Laurel Family would truly be doomed."

Could these really be the words of a fifteen-year-old child?

The maid looked at her with some surprise, such a delicate figure, not yet fully grown, how had she recovered from such a terrible tragedy?

"Right, what is your name?" Bifei asked, "Was the last personal maid who served me reassigned?"

"I am called Reena, Your Highness." Seeing her speak so methodically, with composure and tranquility, the maid’s uneasy heart felt slightly less fearful, "The last one... she said her abilities were limited and she could no longer take care of you..."

"She was scared away, wasn’t she? That’s good."

"Good?"

"After all, she is still alive, isn’t she?"

Reena suddenly shivered.

The rumors of the mysterious disappearance of an Attendant instantly flooded her mind.

But as a servant, she wouldn’t dare to ask about such matters, even if beaten to death.

"I didn’t mean to blame her, after all, it’s quite commendable that she could persist until now," Bifei smiled. When she first came back alive, she also collapsed and thought more than once about suicide. Unfortunately, at that time every move of hers was being watched, so it was even hard to find an opportunity to die. Seeing her mad state, plus the rumors in the court, it was a miracle any servant still wanted to serve her.

If it weren’t for Miss Clara’s appearance... she guessed she would have gone mad long ago.

Perhaps this was exactly what Duke Longjiu wanted.

"If you feel you can’t bear it, you can apply for a transfer at any time," Bifei went on, "I won’t be angry with you over this kind of thing. Of course... if you are willing to serve me continuously, I would be very happy. After all, if I keep changing strangers, I think it would be quite inconvenient to do anything."

"Your Highness... I..."

Reena didn’t know what to say for a moment.

In theory, the servants had no right to refuse, especially personal maids, who could almost never leave the palace in their lifetimes, so when their master said this, the correct response was to agree immediately and thank them. But the person she faced was the Ninth Princess... a "monster" bathed in the blood of her own family at fifteen! She seemed quite normal now, but who could guarantee she wouldn’t change her disposition one day? Wasn’t each day spent in her service just one more day of risk?

"It’s alright, I won’t force you. Tell me when you’re ready," Bifei obviously saw through her thoughts, "Are you done with the dress?"

"Ah, so-, sorry, it’s already on."

"Hmm." The princess nodded, picked up the hem of her skirt, and walked towards the main gate of the bedchamber. Duke Longjiu’s guards were already waiting at the door for her.

"By the way," she said as she reached the door, turning her head back, "If you don’t want to disappear suddenly, it’s better to stay away from the young masters of the Longjiu Family and not to get close to the dungeon beneath the castle."

"Remember this, and you will live longer."

After those words, Bifei opened the door and left the room.

Reena stood stunned for a moment, then her face changed dramatically! Wait... what just happened? The last sentence didn’t seem to come from her mouth but felt as if it was directly transmitted into her heart!

The Ninth Princess seemed to have changed.

Reena faintly sensed that she was no longer the lively, beautiful young girl, nor the maniacal killer from the rumors.

She seemed to have transformed from the collapse of the Laurel Family.

An idea that she had never had before suddenly raced through the maid’s mind.

She may have already become like a king.