From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 232: Chapter 222: Demon Backlash

"What happened to her?"

The following morning, as Colin was having breakfast at Fischer Manor, he suddenly saw anxious servants rushing through the hallway, supporting a girl covered in blood, taking her to a room with a bed.

Since Madam Lilian had already left Fischer Manor for the island, they could only ask the family doctor to treat the injured girl.

Colin raised an eyebrow, finished his breakfast quickly, and stood up to investigate the situation in that room.

Several servants looked nervously at the wounded girl, their expressions panicked.

"I don't know if she can make it."

"Such a pity, and so unfortunate, Miss Lilian isn't in the manor."

He squinted his eyes; the girl seemed to be a maidservant from Baron Nacci's household.

Ah, she was the very same little girl Baron Nacci had promised to himself...

"Why is she injured?"

As a businessman who worked for the Fischer family, Colin naturally had many mistresses, but he preferred clear transactions and relatively mature women; bullying little girls was not something a gentleman should do.

He shook his head, turned around, and decided not to meddle in the affair.

Sunbelle received medical treatment from the doctor immediately, and although she was seriously injured, she did not die nor did she sustain any lasting damage, which was quite fortunate.

But she could not travel long distances for the time being; she had to be in convalescence.

Everyone wanted to know why the little girl was injured, so one of the maidservants from Fischer Manor said:

"It seemed like she suddenly rolled down the hillside, no idea how it happened; maybe it was some abrupt illness that caused it."

Upon hearing this, everyone thought that Sunbelle might have some hidden illness, so they turned to the experienced doctor.

The doctor shook his head and said, "I can't determine the exact situation for the time being, but as long as she rests and waits for Madam Lilian to return, even if there is some hidden disease, it will be cured along with everything else - being in Nasir Town is this girl's fortune."

Upon waking up, Sunbelle found out that the steward had left, and she would have to rest at Fischer Manor for a while, at least a month, or even two, as that was when Madam Lilian would return.

"Ah, if that's the case, will Baron Nacci fire me? But my family really needs the money, I truly need a job, wuuu..."

She pretended to be frightened, her eyes reddening from tears, her eyes swollen and her lips trembling, soon bursting into sobs.

Sunbelle couldn't help but cover her face with her hands, trying to hide her tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just can't help it, I'm sorry…"

Almost anyone would feel compassion for the girl who cried like a fawn.

The elderly and burly Theo looked at the girl calmly and after a long while made a decision, saying, "Don't worry, Miss Sunbelle, even if you are indeed fired by Baron Nacci, the Fischer family will not abandon you."

"Having an outsider get into trouble in our family is indeed the responsibility of the Fischer family."

Sunbelle said with surprise and joy, "Ah, really? Thank you, I'm really grateful to you, the Fischer family is truly the hero of Cyart."

Theo nodded slightly, said no more, and left.

And when everyone had left the room, a joyful smile appeared on the girl's lips.

She now had the chance to stay at Fischer Manor for several months; whether she could change her destiny depended on her efforts from here on!

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Red leaves fluttered in the breeze, gradually covering the ground.

"We're here, Your Excellency Byrne."

The coachman respectfully opened the carriage door, and Byrne stepped out calmly, followed by a female figure - an emerald elf known as Marzo.

Even as time had passed, Marzo looked almost unchanged over the decades.

She still had the stunning beauty Byrne saw when they first met; just stepping out of the carriage, she immediately attracted the astonished gazes of those nearby.

Byrne, whose temples were graying, noticed this and couldn't help but say with self-deprecating humor, "I really envy you elves, with your long lifespans and everlasting beauty, always full of charm, unlike us humans whose lives are fleeting."

He had not understood the meaning of aging until recently when he increasingly felt the fatigue of body and mind.

Marzo frowned slightly, looking unhappily at the middle-aged Byrne and said in an unfriendly tone,

"Your family promised to help find something years ago, and yet there has been no news for so long; you still have the audacity to ask me to kill someone."

Previously, Marzo had always remained elusive, but in recent years, on Byrne's suggestion, the Fischer family built her a small cabin as a place to stay.

So, she spent much of her time in the cabin, making it easier for the Fischer family to find the emerald elf.

As an external supporter of the Fischer family, Marzo had always maintained a vague distance, willing to act only when the Fischer family offered sufficient benefits.

This time, Byrne had asked Marzo to come over, naturally providing sufficient compensation, as the Fischer family now had plenty of capital.

The weather was turning cold, and Marzo gazed at the luxurious manor ahead.

"Is this the place where Viscount Bast lives? The nearby maple trees have been telling me that there are many Extraordinary Exponents of considerable strength inside this manor."

The view in front of him was Viscount Bast's Ahornblatt Manor, surrounded by maple leaves fluttering down like red snowflakes. They twirled lightly in the air, while the sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, illuminating their fiery color, as if the whole world had been painted with the hues of burning orange and red.

Byrne walked forward slowly. The flame descendant maid who had once served him had already entered middle age and become the head maidservant of the manor. It seemed that everything had passed very quickly.

He entered the manor in silence, and all the guests waiting to be received recognized the man who entered. They all stood up, many even bowing excitedly in greeting.

"His Excellency Byrne! Good day!"

"It's an honor to see you, His Excellency Byrne!"

"Our hero, His Excellency Byrne, you have always been my idol!"

Byrne responded to everyone with a nod and a calm smile.

He no longer needed a separate reception room. Under the guidance of the flame descendant head maidservant, without any waiting, he headed straight for Viscount Bast's study, enjoying treatment almost no different from the important members of the Lion clan.

The flame descendant head maidservant asked calmly and politely, "May I know who this lady is?"

Byrne nodded slightly and said with composure, "She is my friend, an emerald elf from afar. She has come with me this time to assist Viscount Bast."

"I see."

The flame descendant head maidservant nodded lightly, no longer asking further. She then led Byrne and Marzo to Viscount Bast's study.

"Byrne, you've finally come, haha. We'll be able to depart in two days."

"Hmm, and who is this beautiful elf miss?"

Byrne introduced her again, "She is Marzo, as you can see, a noble emerald elf, a friend of the Fischer family from far away. I've asked her to come as an assistant this time."

"Greetings."

Marzo spoke a cool hello, without adding any more words, and couldn't even feign respect for Viscount Bast.

"Noble elf, thank you for your arrival."

Viscount Bast smiled without minding Marzo's arrogance and impoliteness.

Byrne cut to the chase and asked, "So we are departing in two days? Are we still waiting for someone? Renzo? Abel?"

Viscount Bast shook his head lightly, explaining:

"Renzo is already here; he's resting in his room. As for Abel, that fellow simply can't come back from the front line, because the decisive battle of this war might erupt there."

Byrne fell into thought and couldn't help but remember Darren, who was still alive but missing, and muttered to himself, "A decisive battle?"

Viscount Bast nodded slightly to explain who else was to come.

"Hmm, our Acting Bishop Zayne Frosac is also coming. I've made a deal with him—he helps me break through to Monarch, and later, I will help him break through to Monarch."

Viscount Bast paused briefly, then continued smiling, "When that time comes, Zayne will no longer be an Acting Bishop but the true Tempest Bishop!"

"I see."

It wasn't exactly surprising. Byrne nodded slightly, knowing such mutual assistance between forces was common, and the exchange of favors and resources was something all families did.

In recent years, the powers of the church had also gradually been tainted by secular matters, no longer being purely divine-oriented Extraordinary organizations.

Viscount Bast was silent, not speaking for a long while, his eyes faintly reddening.

His body suddenly tilted to one side, his palm bracing against the wall, gasping for breath, shaking uncontrollably.

"What's wrong with you?"

Just then, Byrne suddenly felt something seriously amiss, as if the air around had become stagnant.

Marzo stepped back coldly, staring at Viscount Bast and saying, "Why is there such a strong demonic presence?"

Viscount Bast looked terrible, barely standing up and trembling. He murmured as if talking to himself, "Damn, can't suppress it anymore…"

"You should be careful. Demons... the demons of hell…" he could barely get the words out.

Byrne was momentarily stunned; he could feel the terrifying presence increasing steadily.

He had once seen Viscount Bast's trade with "Solar Gold" and knew that Viscount Bast possessed the Forbidden knowledge to make a Demon Contract, just never knowing what its price was.

So, was the price of signing a Demon Contract the possibility of being consumed by a demon's power from hell?

The air around was gradually getting colder, and Viscount Bast's body shook more violently, his eyes growing more bloodshot.

"Ah!"

The dark shadow behind Viscount Bast suddenly rose to stand, looking like a slender and gaunt ghostly figure, reaching out towards Byrne. Experience tales at m v|l e'-NovelBin.net