Chapter 660 - The Guilty Party Files a Suit (1/2)

The sky darkened gradually. Gazing out of the window, a distinct, scarlet speck of flames in the city shone upon the frosty surface, enveloped by descending, fluttering snowflakes. Contrasting with the dark clouds above, the scenery was tranquil and picturesque.

Lydia laid languidly on the scarlet velvet sofa in a plain white robe that wrapped around her graceful figure. The burning flames in the fireplace brought warmth to the chilly, spacious room.

The melodious sound of harp resounded in the room. Lydia lifted the letter to her eye level and scanned the content. She let out a soft giggle and the melody came to a spontaneous end.

“Your Highness, did you read something interesting again?”

Gaya sat on the floor with her legs crossed while holding onto the harp beside her. She looked up and gazed curiously at Lydia. Lydia extended her hand with a smile. Along with this movement, the letter between her fingers drifted across the room like a light feather and landed in Gaya’s hands. The black-haired young lady gazed at Lydia’s crafty smile before lowering her sight to the letter. Then, she stared blankly.

“… A report regarding the clash with the Country of Light’s investigations team?”

“That’s right.”

Lydia widened her smile. She sat up straight and crossed her arms as though a young girl anticipating a Christmas present.

“This is the report from the overlord of Grenbell. His subordinates and him have encountered the ambush of the investigations team. Both parties got into a conflict and thereafter, the overlord of Grenbell delivered this report over.”

“Is it that guy again?”

Surprisingly, the always-detached-Gaya curled her lips like a willful child. However, Lydia wasn’t mindful of her response. She gazed at Gaya playfully as the latter read out every word in the letter. Then, Gaya lifted her head and placed the letter on the table.

“What do you intend to do, Your Highness?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Lydia revealed a smile that was warmer than the brilliant sun in June.

“Although I’ve given the Country of Light investigations team permission to enter our territory, raiding and attempting to arrest an overlord is behavior that has crossed the line. The Country of Light seems to think that our Munn Kingdom is a territory under them and not an independent nation. I will immediately protest to the Light Parliament. As for the conflict with the investigations team, we will need to make them leave.”

Gaya shook her head in silence and gazed at Lydia, who stepped to the table and wrote a letter swiftly. After a few moments, Gaya let out a sigh.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Your Highness?”

“Of course, my adorable little Gaya. The Country of Light has been poking their noses into our matters too much recently. The Dragon Soul Ceremony is coming up and such preparations are essential before the grand opening ceremony, okay? The more prepared we are, the more bustling and memorable the ceremony will be.” Lydia put down the feather pen and sealed the envelope. Then, she stood up and clapped for attention. Shortly after, a Battle Angel opened the door, entered the room and bowed respectfully. Lydia handed the envelope to her.

“Get the Royal Mage Guards to deliver this envelope to the Light Parliament through the night and ensure that the Chairman receives it personally. Huhuhu. I guess it’s gonna be a long night for them.”

The Battle Angel took over the envelope and left swiftly. At this moment, Lydia brought a gentle smile to the long French window and admired the snowy view.

“You see, Gaya. Nature is wonderful and incomparable. It has a passionate, fiery side and also a soft, gentle side. The immaculate snow bundles everything within like a mother waiting anxious;y to give birth to her precious child. The child will eventually grow, mature, and die… But death isn’t the eternal end. Instead, it’s the start of a new life.”

“It’s only snow, Your Highness.”

Gaya stroked her fingers along the harp strings and crisp notes echoed in the room. The melodic tune flowed like clear running water and brought a poetic flavor to the snowy scenery.

“It sounds beautiful, Gaya…”

Lydia shut her eyes and mumbled to herself.

“Back then, the snowy night was similar to this…”

Lydia had as though returned to that night from several years ago. The descending, fluttering snow as though concealed all the crimes and sins—conflagrations. Smoke from the aftermath. Death. Everything had been covered by snow, the contrasting crimson blood staining the ground.

Lydia had clutched her swords and gazed at the male corpse before her. He was a Human. A Human’s desire for power always blinded their rational and drove them into some crazy actions. He craved to challenge traditions, rules, and himself. But in the end, he failed. Not only him, but his family too.

Jingle.

Suddenly, a bell twinkled. Lydia turned around and saw a black-haired little girl who was about 6 to 7 years old hugging a toy wooden harp in her tiny arms. There were no traces of impurity in her big, round black pupils. She took tiny steps to the male corpse and shook his shoulder lightly. But, the lifeless man didn’t respond to her calling. The little girl lifted her head and gazed at the Archangel.

“Is he dead?”

“Yes, he’s dead.”

Lydia looked into the little girl’s eyes and nodded. The latter lowered her head and gazed at the corpse in silence. After a few moments, she lifted her head again.

“Did you kill my father?”

Her voice was totally void of emotion. There wasn’t any traces of hatred, wrath, and fear.

“Yes.”

Lydia simply nodded. Then… the little girl revealed a smile.

“Alright then. From now onwards, you’ll be my owner, Big Sister.”

“It has been a long while…”

Gaya played the final note of the musical piece. Lydia opened her eyes and turned to the black-haired young lady behind her. Gaya sensed her gaze and lifted her head to display a smile in response—an incredibly beautiful smile that was as clear and pure as spring water.

“Your Highness. You don’t have to trouble yourself over it. The strongest survive in this world. My father was weak. He had foolishly chosen to challenge the strong and lost. That was the results of being weak. I never sympathized with my father for his silly choice. He had chosen a wrong path and received his consequences. Back on that snowy day, I made my decision when I saw you standing by my father’s corpse. I favor the strong and as long as you remain strong, I will follow, serve, and contribute my everything to you.”

Lydia revealed a witty smile.

“In other words, you will leave me if I’m defeated? Is that right, Little Gaya?”

“Of course, Your Highness. Your failure means that you no longer have the power to protect yourself, this country, and its people. Since that is the case, you’re nothing more than a weak being even if you’re an Archangel… I will leave your side when you’re defeated and the country crumbles because I will not follow the weak. They don’t have the right and ability. They aren’t for us to follow, but to dominate instead. They don’t have the authority to rule the world. I only abide by the orders from the strong and not prayers of the weak. Compassion for them is just sinful forgiveness that doesn’t have any effects at all.”

Gaya spoke sincerely. Her smile was still as bright and sweet. Lydia stuck out her little tongue.