Chapter 332 - Agatha (30) (1/2)

Agatha was a rational female villain. That was a fact.

She would have not been able to strike a deal with the Borlean royals if not for her wits. She would also have not been able to get so many aristocrats of Holon even with the king's affection had she been a foolish woman.

However, there were also times when her emotions could get into her head, no matter how intelligent she was.

'That youth was the one behind the one week of suffering!'

She immediately figured it out the moment she read the letter. But although she was angry, she really did not have the courage to fight the other. At least not face to face.

Yet she was also not content with letting bygones be bygones, or pretending it was not in her nature to counterattack when targeted.

So to demonstrate that at least in the palace, she was the master, after burning the piece of paper, she did not immediately erase the memories of her ladies-in-waiting. She laid her sight on the 'messenger', anger still dancing in her eyes.

The maid hypnotized to deliver the letter was first punished with them as the witnesses, and none of them protested as they were actually the ones vouching for the punishment. The maid entered without asking for permission and even delivered something inside without checking it first.

”Of course, it was a must to give examples to those harboring funny thoughts!” Sofia replied when Agatha 'asked' for advice on how the incompetent girl should be dealt with.

A day passed and the detained female servant, starved since yesterday as an initial punishment, was woken up by rudely by two of Agatha's ladies-in-waiting. Listless at first then madly begging, the girl repeatedly said that she lost memories and that she was not a spy.

However, all her words were treated as lies and she was not released from the prisons.

Agatha appeared. ”Since you refused to tell who sent you, you shall suffer the consequences of your actions alone,” she mercilessly declared.

A scream then echoed out after a few minutes of cries and pleas for mercy. A finger from one of the maid's hand was cut, and it was too late for Agatha when she remembered that she would later have to face Jiang Li for the gathering of the witches.

…

More or less a hundred meters away from the main gate of the palace… In the former desolate manor house that had now turned into an opulent chateau…

”Hmm?” The man who was casually sitting on the table checking the stack of papers next to him suddenly turned to the direction of the palace. His hand that was holding another thin stack of doc.u.ments froze in the air.

Margarette who was seated at a table across him noticed his sudden strange behavior.

”What's the matter?” She asked, her voice soft and tinged with curiosity. ”Is something happening outside?”

It was a regular day, with no celebration or church holiday whatsoever taking place and thus she was puzzled by his sudden shift of attention towards the street outside. The two were, as usual, in her office. While she was looking through the accounts and reports, he was sometimes helping out. Although most of the time, his focus was on the stack passed to him by his informants, all about Mu Continent and some interesting happenstances from the outside world.

So what suddenly caused her husband to suddenly become this expressionless?

There was somebody in this world, apart from her body's former main persona, who could anger him?

The woman's eyes followed his movements, awaiting his reply or next actions.

Without saying anything, the young man jumped down from his table and walked towards her direction. His next action was really a surprise to her.

Margarette's expression froze. He fished out her straw doll from one of her locked drawers, the one with Agatha's name in it! All this time, Jiang Li was aware that she was keeping a straw doll for hexing purposes! But since when?