Chapter 209: Chapter209-The Person Mentor Wants to Kill, Could It Be You?
Mary cried sorrowfully.
It was the first time Owen had seen the usually cold and independent Mary showing such vulnerability.
Faced with the tears of such a stunning beauty, Owen felt flustered, not knowing how to react.
Mary, who had been sobbing, noticed Owen’s awkwardness, his hands unsure of where to go, and couldn’t help but laugh through her tears.
“Honestly… when they made me drink the Mindloss Potion, I felt utterly hopeless, like I had been abandoned by the world, and I wanted to die right then and there.”
“But that masked man knocked the potion away. He thought he was hiding his identity well, but I knew it was you in disguise. Someone in this world still cared about me…”
As she spoke, she inched closer to Owen, the grief and sorrow in her eyes gradually replaced by a shy sparkle.
Owen coughed twice, quickly gulping down two cups of strong tea in front of him. He couldn’t help but think of the old saying: Women and petty men are the hardest to deal with.
Just moments ago, she had been crying her heart out, and now she was acting like this—it was impossible to figure out what was going on in her mind.
But since she had already guessed it, Owen decided to admit it openly.
However, just as he was about to speak, Mary continued, “Aside from you, the only other person who truly cares about me is my mentor.”
Mary’s mentor!
Owen’s heart sank.
Although there had been some factors like the influence of a love potion and Lana’s involvement, he had indeed slept with Raina.
As Owen’s hands fidgeted and his toes curled with embarrassment, Mary sighed and said, “I don’t know why, but ever since she escorted me and King Aldric that time, my mentor has been acting strange…”
“Oh? How so?” Owen’s eyes widened, and he asked quietly.
“You don’t know? My mentor’s been mumbling every day, saying she’s determined to kill someone. She’s so adamant but hasn’t made a move. Every time I ask her, she says I misheard and tells me to train hard so I can avenge her in the future.”
Mary’s expression grew more serious as she continued, staring intently at Owen with her clear eyes. “Based on what I know about my mentor and the situation at that time, I feel like the person she wants to kill might be you. After all, you were the one in disguise with the mask who appeared there.”
Hearing this, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Owen’s forehead.
He hadn’t expected Raina to harbor such strong murderous intent toward him, nor had he anticipated that Mary’s intuition would be so accurate, directly pointing to him.
“Ahem, Mary, I’ve heard you’ve already reached platinum-tier. That’s really impressive!” Owen awkwardly tried to change the subject.
However, Mary didn’t respond, instead frowning slightly.
“Owen, why has my mentor been feeling nauseous and losing her appetite? What really happened in the mountains that day? Did you hurt her?”
Owen was at a loss for words when suddenly, Leslie appeared out of nowhere, looking at Owen with curiosity. “Oh? What happened in the valley? Come on, tell me, I’m interested.”
When Mary had asked to meet Owen, the news had also reached Leslie. While she fully trusted Owen, she was still concerned about Mary.
After all, Mary was the last remaining member of the Azure royal family, and Leslie worried that Owen might soften his heart and be harmed by Mary.
Most importantly, she had heard the rumors about Mary and Owen.
As soon as Leslie appeared in the pavilion, Mary’s attention shifted entirely to her. Her mind buzzed as if the sky had fallen.
Immediately, uncontrollable rage and killing intent flared within her.
She stared daggers at Leslie, a cold magical sword, sharp and clear like water, forming in her hand, mist swirling around it.
If Mary could understand Owen’s actions against the Azure royal family, she could never forgive Leslie.
Leslie was her true enemy—the one who had orchestrated the downfall of the Azure royal family!
Mary’s teeth clenched in anger, her sword pointing directly at Leslie.
“You treacherous madwoman! You vile usurper!”
Seeing Mary’s furious expression, Leslie smiled calmly. “What’s wrong, little sister? You seem very tense.”
To Leslie, Mary’s current level was insignificant, like an ant. If not for Owen’s presence, she wouldn’t mind eliminating Mary on the spot.
Their gazes locked, and the air between them grew thick with tension, as if ready to explode at any moment.
“Leslie, you executioner! Traitor! How dare you not kneel and beg for forgiveness in front of this princess?!”
Seeing Mary’s childish outburst, Leslie replied indifferently, “The throne has always belonged to the capable, sister. Surely you understand the phrase ‘the victor becomes king, and the defeated become prisoners.'”
“You only won through trickery! If the empire hadn’t let its guard down, you wouldn’t be here today!”
With that, Mary furiously charged at Leslie, her sword flashing as she struck.
The sound of rushing rivers echoed, as if the entire void was about to be drowned by an ocean of mana, an overwhelming sense of danger filling the air.
However, just as Mary’s strongest attack was unleashed, Leslie merely shook her head.
With a simple flick of her slender white fingers, Mary’s body was immediately yanked forward, her neck firmly gripped by Leslie’s hand, lifting her off the ground.
Mary’s face turned red, veins bulging on her forehead. She struggled desperately but was utterly powerless, unable to break free from Leslie’s grasp.
Owen, seeing this, felt a pang of guilt and was about to speak when Leslie gave him a slight smile, tilting her head. “What’s the matter? Already feeling sorry for the former princess?”
With that, she casually tossed Mary aside. Mary stumbled back dozens of steps before regaining her balance.
“I’ll spare your life this time for my husband’s sake,” Leslie said coldly. “But if you dare come here again, I’ll kill you without mercy.”
Mary rubbed her neck, where red marks from Leslie’s fingers remained, and clenched her fist tightly.
She had known Leslie was much stronger, but she hadn’t realized just how vast the gap between them was.
Leslie had defeated her in a single move.
They weren’t even on the same level.
For now, Mary suppressed her rage and looked toward Owen.
“I will find out what happened in that valley!”
With those words, she quickly turned and left.
After she was gone, Owen immediately looked toward Leslie, ready to explain.
But before he could speak, Leslie smiled and stepped forward, silencing him with a kiss.
The sweet scent of her breath and the softness of her lips, like decadent chocolate, scattered all the words Owen had prepared to say.
After a moment of kissing, Leslie licked her lips and said possessively, “You’re mine. I won’t let another woman have you!”
She then leaned in and planted a heavy kiss on Owen’s neck, leaving a red mark that pulsed faintly with mana.
The mark bore Leslie’s essence. No matter where Owen went, she would be able to sense him.
Owen touched the mark on his neck, preparing to spend some rare, intimate time with Leslie.
At that moment, Seraphina suddenly burst out of Owen’s small, personal world.
Her tiny form, resembling a plump little snake, affectionately coiled around Owen’s arm, nuzzling his cheek.
Leslie looked at the sudden appearance of Seraphina and found the little creature irresistibly cute.
She reached out with her pale hand and gently stroked Seraphina’s head.
Seraphina tilted her head, glancing up and down at Leslie.
She could sense something unusual about the relationship between Leslie and Owen, though, being so young, she couldn’t fully comprehend it.
Owen gently knocked on Seraphina’s head, feigning anger as he asked, “What’s the matter? Why did you come out of your little world without permission?”
Seraphina rubbed her itchy little head with her tail and flicked her tongue, sending an excited mental wave to Owen.
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