Shut Up, Young Lady, Obediently Hand Over The Money And Don't Confess! Chapter 674 : You Better Not Come

Mist Street No. 17, Felyn's ho.

In order not to make Fiorella suspicious, Felyn told her this address, saying that he usually lived here.

The dilapidated garden, untended for a long ti, and the dust-covered cabinets all indicated that he was just a lazy and poor commoner.

As for why he didn't just tell Fiorella his identity, the reason was also very simple.

The gap in status was an invisible chasm. Felyn had a deep understanding of this; before becoming a noble, he couldn't even interact privately with the young ladies.

If he told Fiorella, then Lina would also learn of this news. The next ti Felyn went to the station, Lina would not take the initiative to co and hug him.

Felyn sat by the window, watching Fiorella clear the weeds in his courtyard.

After she had just delivered his al, she took the opportunity to propose cleaning the house and tidying the garden to repay the favor from the past few days.

Her hands were skillful, and she worked neatly. She used the surrounding bricks to build a flower bed in a corner and even planted seeds she bought from the flower market inside.

Filling the soil, watering, fertilizing—it seed very interesting. Felyn found himself lost in watching her without realizing it.

"Master, why do you keep staring at Miss Fiorella?"

Anise ca to Felyn's side only when Fiorella was in the courtyard.

"I wasn't staring at her."

Fiorella's cute side profile, similar to Lina's, had a few drops of sweat, which flowed down her cheeks and into her collar.

Because of the sun, her cheeks were a little red, like flowers blooming ahead of schedule.

Felyn stopped looking at her, lay down on the sofa, and stared at the ceiling.

The scent of the cream stew had not yet faded. Fiorella's lunch was making Felyn feel sleepy.

"Master, I still don't quite understand why you care so much about her. If you like her, your current chance of a successful confession is seventy percent."

"Seventy percent? How did you calculate that?"

"A woman's intuition. I would absolutely not cook for a stranger, let alone co to his house to clean and plant flowers for him. Even to repay a favor, it's a bit much."

Felyn didn't take up this topic. "Viloti sent a ssage before, saying that Waldrick's wife used to be very beautiful and cared a lot about her face. But two years ago, because she was contaminated by an evil art, her face is now constantly breaking out in pustules."

"Logically speaking, she is also a pitiful person, but she vented the injustice of fate on the beautiful maids around her."

Anise nodded. "But there are so many beautiful maids. She could have chosen soone else. It doesn't have to be Fiorella."

"No, no, no, she will definitely want Fiorella." Felyn rested his hand on the back of the sofa and adjusted his position to sleep more comfortably. "Because Fiorella has sothing she doesn't have, and she will be very jealous."

"What is it?"

"Fiorella's fate is similar to hers, both are rather tragic. But Fiorella still embroiders flowers on her old skirts, still dresses herself up, and still wears hair clips in her hair."

"She has a beautiful yearning for life. But Waldrick's wife has none of that; she only has hatred. So she will personally destroy the smile on Fiorella's face, will strip Fiorella of her hope, and then look down on Fiorella and say, 'See, in the face of adversity, everyone should be in pain.'"

Felyn understood the twisted psychology of this type of person very well because he had had clients like this before.

Because they are in pain, they can't stand to see others smile.

Waldrick's wife would torture others, watching the once hopeful maids beco desperate and helpless bit by bit, listening to others' pain and groans, and she could find comfort in it.

The more hope and vitality these people had, the more she would enjoy the process of torture.

She wanted to beco the god who deprived others of hope, just as a god had deprived her of her hope.

But finding soone who was beautiful, had a tragic fate, and was full of hope for the future was not easy, so Waldrick's wife would absolutely not let Fiorella go.

Even if he couldn't find the "Morning Star," Felyn had to get rid of such a pervert for Viloti's sake.

"After they heard my na last night, they might co to negotiate, but it's also possible they'll just kidnap Fiorella directly, so you should help protect her recently."

"As you command, Master."

"Anise, don't tell Dorothy about these things either. She is a princess, after all. If she gets a handle on the Silafiel family, she might make a move against them after finding out."

"Her Highness wouldn't do that," Anise shook her head. "Her Highness told that she would help you protect the girls around you."

"Dorothy? She said that?"

"Mmm. She said those girls are Big Brother Felyn's people, so they must be protected, but it's best if the girls never see Big Brother Felyn again."

That's Dorothy for you.

Just as Felyn was about to close his eyes and take a nap, the communication art seal in his pocket vibrated.

It was Eitani.

「Felyn, without you, I still ca to the human world by myself. It feels like I don't really need you that much.」

She sent a sowhat inexplicable ssage. Before Felyn could react, she continued to send ssages.

「You better not co to the park. I don't want to see you right now.」

Three seconds later, she added,

「You better not co to the park at No. 34 Sloe Street.」

She even gave the precise address!

This Eitani is definitely hinting that I should go over, right?

Felyn's fingers tapped on the art seal. 「Understood, Lady Eitani. Can I really not co? I still want to apologize to you properly in person.」

「Don't co. I'll just stay here for an hour.」

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Sloe Street No. 34, the park.

Eitani sat alone on a bench by the lake, watching the passersby who walked by from ti to ti.

"Really, why did I choose such a place," she muttered. She, who used to love watching scenes of love, now found others' love a bit jarring.

The couples only accentuated her loneliness.

Fifty minutes had passed, and Felyn's figure still hadn't appeared.

She kept looking at the art seal in her hand. The last ssage between them was the "Don't co" that Eitani had sent.

Eitani propped her face in her hands, sighed, and her feet dangled in the air, swinging restlessly.

I'm Felyn's master! For , the master, to apologize to my subordinate, this is sothing that has never happened among the demon race.

I've already made up my mind to see Felyn, but that guy Felyn really isn't coming.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

After waiting a little longer.

It was now past the one hour Eitani had agreed upon, but the Demon King's daughter had not left.

She still sat on the bench, constantly searching for Felyn's figure.

Looks like Felyn really isn't coming...

Eitani picked up a withered leaf from the bench and pressed it against the canvas of the blue sky.

If he doesn't co, he doesn't co. It's not like I'll starve to death without Felyn!

I'm the great Demon King's daughter, and I'm actually caring about a human's opinion...

Stupid Felyn!

Eitani stood up to leave, thought for a mont, and then sat down again.

Maybe Felyn got lost, or he was late because he fell into a pit on the way. Maybe he wants to see too.

Maybe I should... just wait a little longer?

A butterfly landed on her white silk stockings. Eitani reached out, wanting to touch it.

The butterfly flapped its wings slightly, dodging Eitani's fingertips, drew a few circles in front of her, and then flew into the sky.

Even the butterfly is avoiding .

Felyn is avoiding too.

Eitani stared blankly at the butterfly in the sky. When her gaze returned to the ground, she found a person had appeared next to the bench.

"Eitani, you're here? I've been looking for you for a long ti."

The sunlight penetrated the thick branches, illuminating the boy's vigor.

His bangs swayed slightly with the wind, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.

Eitani suddenly felt she couldn't open her eyes, unable to look directly into Felyn's gaze.

"I-I said I didn't want to see you, what are you doing here?"

"I know, but I thought you might be hungry, so... so I specially brought you a piece of cloud silk pastry."

Felyn took out the cloud silk pastry from behind him, placed it on the bench, and kept a distance from Eitani. "You should eat it while it's hot. I'll be heading back now."

Go back?

Eitani frowned. "You ca over just to buy a pastry, and then you're going back?"

"Yes. You don't want to see , and I'll only make you unhappy if I'm here, so I'll leave first."

Felyn smiled at Eitani, didn't linger, and turned to leave.

But the next second.

Fiery red hair blood in the air, dancing ceaselessly with the lakeside wind.

The scent of vanilla completely enveloped Felyn, not letting him leave.

"Aethel...ny?" Felyn turned his head.

Her brown eyes didn't dare to look directly into his. Her cheeks seed to have been flushed red by the sun as well.

She stood up, her warm, moist hand tightly gripping his wrist.

"D-don't go..." she said in a low voice, as if afraid Felyn would hear.

The wind stopped at this mont. Her beautiful hair, the hem of her skirt, the tree branches, the white clouds, all stood still at this mont.

Only Eitani's heart was beating non-stop, and faster and faster.

"What did you just say?" Felyn asked.

"You!" Eitani glared at Felyn, like a kitten about to bristle. "You definitely heard that, didn't you?! You want to say it again, so you can be even more smug, right! You're bullying !"

"I really didn't hear. You spoke so softly, who could hear?"

"S-stupid Felyn!!! I hate you!"

[End of Chapter]