CHAPTER 34: MISCHIEVOUS THINKING

In the dungeon, Tania weakly woke up with a splitting headache. Opening her eyes, all she saw was damp ground and pitch-black walls.

A putrid smell emanated from all around, so strong that she almost threw up everything she had eaten that evening. She rubbed her head, struggling to stand, but her light footsteps could not be stopped.

Tania quickly reached out to one side, trying to steady herself.

Then she grabbed the iron railing in front of her.

"Losiya, you’re finally awake," Losiya’s voice came from ahead, filled with impatience.

She sat on a chair, occasionally glancing around, as if there was something important waiting for her to do.

"I was still wondering, if you kept sleeping like a dead pig, I would just come back tomorrow, after all, I can’t let that child wait in the bed for too long."

Tania looked at her like that, thinking she was jealous of her actions today, and not only did she not feel afraid of the situation, but instead sneered mockingly.

"So this is the Count’s magnanimity; today truly opened my eyes."

Instinctively, Tania made a threatening posture, but before she could speak, Losiya cut her off.

"Today, a maid in my Estate fell ill."

"And then what..." Tania felt unclear.

Losiya slowly stood up and walked to Tania’s front.

"She was harmed by you to become like this."

It was not a question, but a very calm statement, Losiya said indifferently.

Tania was stunned, then she burst out laughing, a wild, arrogant laugh, as if she had heard some absurd joke.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Not really, just informing you about this."

For some reason, Tania felt a chill all over her body. Losiya’s tone of voice and the way she looked at her were too calm.

Calm, as if dealing with a dead person, or perhaps someone about to die.

"If I’m not mistaken, you originally wanted Enie to help you poison Julian, then use Aunt Catherine’s situation to threaten me, and at the same time, you conveniently wanted the request to be within the limits of my tolerance."

"After all, it’s just one night, it could save Aunt’s life, and it’s not like there’s no room for discussion."

"However, in reality, after you poisoned Julian, if I really handed him over to you, you would use this to completely control Julian, just like those men around you."

Losiya picked up a slender object from one side, and only upon closer inspection did Tania realize it resembled a pipe.

"Your family truly has deep ties with those demons in the mountains, even being able to acquire such things. It seems Aunt’s illness is also related to you."

The more Losiya spoke, the more she vaguely felt a lingering fear.

If she had truly made a foolish mistake and been possessed by a devil at that time...

Shaking her head, now was not the time for wild thoughts.

"That may be what you say, but it’s all just your speculation. How dare you imprison me? Is this your family’s etiquette for treating guests? You are the real bandits, aren’t you?"

The more Tania listened, the more alarmed she became. Did that little maid truly give up her life? Did she dare expose this matter?

Now, no matter what, she could not admit it, continuing to maintain her previous attitude would only backfire.

"And you even knocked me out and locked me in the dungeon yourself. Now, let alone one night, it’s useless even if you give him to me, because of your selfish arrogance, you’ll watch Lady Catherine slowly tortured to death..."

Before she could finish, she was speechless.

Losiya reached out, gripping her through the iron railing. Silent, turbulent waves surged in her azure eyes, and her long black hair behind her moved without a breeze.

"I also have to thank you for helping me understand clearly. You people, born as bandits, even if you truly put on the skin of nobility, you are still nothing more than a bunch of bandits in dog skin. You will never change your wicked nature and greed."

"Aunt Catherine was already harmed by you like this, and you even lay hands on the servants in my territory, and you still want me to compromise to exchange for your charity? I was truly foolish today."

Having understood the past, Losiya’s attitude was now unusually resolute, completely willing to break completely with the Desmond family.

"Then you just wait for Lady Catherine to die!" Tania said viciously.

Hearing this, Losiya curled her lips into a smile, leaned close to Tania, and whispered a sentence.

Tania’s outwardly strong facade immediately crumbled, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Think very carefully about what you should do next. I will be back tomorrow."

As she left, Losiya glanced at her surroundings and couldn’t help but shake her head.

At her most insane moment today, she even wanted to drag Julian here and take his first time right in this very place.

In Losiya’s room, Julian was still diligently practicing magic cultivation according to Lady Catherine’s guidance, his meridians faintly glowing, blending with the moonlight of the night.

Magic cultivation seemed stable, but in reality, it hid danger every hour. After several attempts, Julian’s consciousness gradually settled down. Just as Julian was about to lose consciousness, his shoulder was suddenly pressed down.

His mind instantly became incredibly clear. Julian opened his left eye, cold sweat involuntarily broke out all over his body. He panted, feeling as tired as if he had run several kilometers.

"Tired?" Julian smelled a familiar scent, leaning his body attentively on the person behind him, allowing the other person to use a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

Julian thought about what might happen next, and for a moment, in his nervousness, he didn’t know what to say.

Losiya, however, chatted with him as usual, saying some caring words.

"These past two days, Aunt has told you many key points, hasn’t she?"

"Yes, Lady has been very kind to me, and very patient, always keeping me in the study, helping me understand the extraordinary path I originally knew nothing about."

Losiya pouted at the corner of her lips. She wasn’t jealous of the Lady, but she had originally thought of doing these things for Julian herself, and even using the school’s name to have some romantic fun with Julian.

However, this thought was quickly dismissed. Although she was an extraordinary genius, her experience and expertise could hardly help Julian. After all, a good student is not necessarily a good teacher.

On the other hand, Lady Catherine, with her meticulous and gentle disposition, had been that way in Losiya’s memory since childhood. When teaching, it was not merely instruction; she also managed to teach according to individual aptitude. For example, Losiya herself was once a headache, but under Lady’s several feigned loose rein, she was firmly brought under control.

As Julian’s teacher, Lady Catherine was undoubtedly the most perfect choice.

"Tonight, we..." While Losiya was deep in thought, Julian suddenly whispered.

Losiya’s eyes lit up, and her hand pressing on his shoulder became gentler, sliding from his shoulder to his arm. A teasing thought arose in Losiya’s heart.