PFC Chapter 506 Think of a solution
Chapter 506 Think of a solution
Why hasn't Catherine come back yet?
——Lilith seemed expressionless, but she was wailing silently in her heart.
Metternich, the knight also known as the White Ghost, had become even more furious after being exposed by Lilith for cheating on the potion. On the one hand, he wanted Lilith to keep the secret, but on the other hand, he knew the potion's effects wouldn't last much longer. He had to kill her! He had to kill her as soon as possible!
This made it extremely difficult for Lilith to defend herself. The guy was affected by the enhanced potential potion and had no sense of pain at all. Even though he was bleeding, he still moved quickly. This made Lilith, who was in so much pain that she was seeing stars, extremely unhappy.
If she's unhappy, then no one will have an easy time.
"Let me guess," Lilith said relentlessly as she attacked again and again. "A nameless, low-ranking Knight of Light, unable to earn honor and respect through her own strength, and perhaps even bullied because of her unusual appearance?"
The only answer she got was the sword flying straight at her face.
"sulfuric acid!"
The sound of metal clashing resounded across the duel arena. After blocking a sword strike, Lilith quickly leaned back to avoid the sweeping blade. A few strands of severed golden hair drifted in the air. However, she only used words to provoke the opponent, her mouth seemed to be filled with poison.
"Are you in a hurry?"
Sparks flew as the swords collided, and Lilith's palms were numb from the shock, but she continued to complete her guesses.
"--But, by chance, you learned about the Potential Potion from somewhere, and began to secretly take it, so that you could gain the upper hand in battle and win the admiration of others? Oh, you are a Knight of Light, and you actually use a magician's creation that is shameful to the Light? Let me guess, to win the respect of your family, oh, maybe your father--"
"You don't understand!" Metternich's attacks became increasingly chaotic. "You understand nothing at all!"
Invigorated by the potion of latent energy, he charged at Lilith once more, expecting her to confront him head-on. Unexpectedly, she suddenly withdrew. As the heavy sword's inertia carried him forward, she staggered and slashed the knight's knee, snapping the leather where the armor met his. The knight stumbled to his knees, the sword's tip scraping unpleasantly against the wooden planks.
"Looks like I guessed right." Lilith shook off the golden hair stuck to her forehead. He had revealed the same vertical flaw to her twice. She hadn't had the chance to hear the discussion about the White Walkers offstage, but she had guessed it was almost right.
This made the other party extremely angry.
"You don't understand at all! You don't understand at all!" The White Ghost's hands began to tremble from the continuous and explosive attacks, and he himself was completely unaware of it. Lilith had guessed his pain point, and his bloodshot eyes bulged: "You have an easier life. Haha, while we were nibbling weeds in the mud, you just had to untie your bra laces to get gold coins and food!"
Lilith, who was in the battle, showed astonishment on her face.
"We were born to fight for survival! And you..." He feinted an attack on the left but stabbed Lilith's throat. "At worst, you can get married. If you fail, you can end up crying and looking for your husband!"
The heavy sword slashed down with a bloody wind. Lilith suddenly ducked and rushed forward. The sword brushed past her back, but she thrust the sword upwards into the opponent's abdomen at the moment the opponent retracted his momentum.
"...Oh, is that so?" Lilith's lips curled up glaringly, and she said slowly, "A woman's life is easier. Is that what you mean? No one has ever said that to me..."
"Ugh!" The effect of the potential potion began to wear off. This blow made Metternich feel pain. He couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, and panic flashed in his eyes.
"Is your father here?" Lilith looked up at the man before her, smiling and gently twisting the hilt of her sword. His muscles were extremely stiff, and Lilith suspected it was due to the damage caused by his repeated medication. "Is he watching you?"
Metternich refused to answer Lilith's question. He gritted his teeth and forced Lilith back with a sword. Blood gushed out from the wound in his abdomen that Lilith had torn open. He tried hard to adjust his steps but still couldn't stand firm and fell on the stage.
Metternich gasped and spit out blood, and suddenly he noticed that the area around the duel was unusually quiet. The nobles who had cheered, the merchants who had placed bets, and even the colleagues who had always snickered at his armor, were now frozen in a blur.
The purple on his face began to fade, returning to its original pale color, like an ice sculpture. Lilith knew that the effect of the medicine was about to wear off.
"Is the medicine almost taking effect?" Lilith panted, shaking off the blood stains on the sword. She looked down at the panicked man in the distance. "You and that king, you really are a pair of pathetic creatures with similar tastes."
...What did she say?
After a moment of dead silence, Metternich suddenly raised his head, his red eyes fixed on Lilith! From her eyes filled with disgust, he suddenly understood something!
—She knows! She knows His Majesty’s secret!
Metternich struggled to his feet, his eyes almost frantic, "You——"
"What are you afraid of? One of us is going to die here anyway." Lilith spoke calmly, as if discussing the weather with him. "Unfortunately, I won't keep your secret. The Metternich family will become famous because of you. The entire empire will know how you cheated your way to your current position."
These words really defeated Metternich. In this situation, he burst out with great potential. He got up again and rushed towards Lilith with a roar.
"Your father will know too!" Lilith didn't expect the effect of verbal stimulation to be so great. She even felt that the other party's strength had become stronger. Several times when the swords clashed, she was worried that the cold steel would break.
But she became calmer as the fight went on. The opponent's armor had been torn to pieces by her. His body and mind were on the verge of collapse, and his weaknesses were exposed more and more. However, she felt that she still had some strength left.
"Your Majesty, a riot broke out in the eastern suburbs, and now the mob has broken through the city gate. Would you and Her Majesty the Queen like to return to the palace first?" Bishop Quincy's face was extremely ugly. He walked to King George and said, he glanced at the scene and immediately glanced away, with a thousand swear words running through his mind - this is the knight that His Majesty has high hopes for!
"I'm not going back! Can't the Knights of Light even handle such a small matter? There's finally some new fun in the city, don't ruin everyone's mood, Quincy." Her Majesty the Queen sat motionless in her chair, and she did not forget to glance at King George. Her eyes almost said clearly: Not everyone is as afraid of death as this coward.
Not only that, she even covered her face with a fan and chatted with the ladies beside her, "...Who knows...I've been timid since I was a child..."
Intermittent voices were heard, and King George's face turned pale. He stopped in his tracks as he had already turned around. Margaret, who was always paying attention to the king's movements in the corner, secretly breathed a sigh of relief: only Her Majesty the Queen could restrain the king.
"Quincy." King George waved the waiter away, glanced at the unimpressive young knight off the court, and whispered to the person next to him with gritted teeth -
"Think of a way."