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Chapter 557 Welcome Back

Lilith was almost swallowed by the immense confusion and panic. In Aryan's eyes, she saw everything in the room begin to collapse rapidly. The black fog slowly dissipated, and the place returned to its true appearance - there were yellowed white sheets everywhere, and the four-poster bed in her memory had long collapsed. The huge spider web on it showed that servants were not allowed to enter here to clean on weekdays.

This was where her mother, Violet Shelley, had lived. Everyone said that Viscount Friel had been unable to come to terms with his wife's death, and so he took his anger out on the daughter who had caused her death in childbirth, yet her old home looked so neglected.

A fishy smell came, and Lilith realized that Viscount Friel, who was huddled in the corner, had wet his pants at some point.

"Huh... Huh——" He couldn't utter a complete word from his trembling throat, which looked extremely weird.

Aryan was the first to move. He turned around, grabbed Viscount Friel's collar, took out a bottle of smelling salts and sprinkled them on his face in an attempt to sober him up, but Viscount Friel's eyes were twitching uncontrollably in different directions.

"Quick! Do it again!" Sensing a bad premonition, Aryan slapped Viscount Freyr on the head and then gave orders to the elven priests in a stern voice.

"It's no use." Lilith heard the elf wearing a deer head mask beside her whisper, "Lord Zephirion violently destroyed his memory palace. This guy will probably go crazy."

Hearing the sound, Aryan slapped his cheek even harder to try to bring him back to consciousness. He still had too many questions to answer.

"Virlette..."

Perhaps it was Aryan's handsome face that made Viscount Friel hallucinate, and he actually called out the name of his deceased wife to that face in a daze.

Lilith originally thought that Aryan would cut off his tongue in a fit of rage, but she didn't expect the male elf to pause and then open his mouth to speak a delicate female voice:

"—Jamie, why are you doing this to me?"

He could actually imitate a woman's voice?! He tried to trick the confused Viscount Fryer into revealing more secrets.

Viscount Freyr's pupils were dilated, and he raised his hands tremblingly. Aryan suppressed his nausea and lowered his head, his voice gentle and melodious: "Where is Lilith? Where did you send our daughter?"

But Aryan misjudged this time. Viscount Fryer's raised hand wasn't meant to cup his cheek. Instead, his large palm quickly found his neck and strangled it tightly!

"Clang." The smelling salt bottle in Aryan's hand slipped to the ground. He did not struggle, but just looked at the crazy man in front of him quietly.

"Virlette, Violet..." Viscount Friel's eyes bulged, and he no longer had the elegant gentlemanly demeanor of the past, and he was increasing the strength in his hands.

"Only one of you or that devil can survive..."

His frantic voice became the only sound in the room.

"……I see."

Aryan's voice was colder than the ice and snow outside. He let the madman strangle him, as if indulging a child's nonsense: "Lady Fustwin promised Mrs. Shelley that she would be fine, but she still died."

Lilith also woke up in a trembling state: her mother did not die in childbirth at all. Although her delivery was difficult, the white dragon had helped her, and she could have survived safely. Yes, it was Viscount Freyr! He killed her! Why?!

She was not the only one who had this doubt. Aryan was knocked away by a huge force and staggered back. Zephirian's sharp claws had already grasped Viscount Freyr's throat like an iron clamp and lifted him up!

"Why!"

The mother and daughter Fustwin had saved by sacrificing her heart were murdered by this filthy, lowly human! Zephirion was nearly consumed by rage, unable to maintain his human form. His festering face, covered in dense black scales, looked like a terrifying monster. Viscount Friel's neck crackled under his sharp claws.

Zephirion couldn't understand. Wasn't that his partner? Wasn't that the mother of his child?

"Sir!" Seeing Viscount Fryer's face quickly turn purple, Aryan hurried forward to stop the furious Black Dragon and tried to pry his hands apart, "Don't kill him!"

"My lord, my lord..." Unexpectedly, the Viscount also struggled and shouted. He was frightened by the inhuman creature in front of him and became even more crazy, and began to talk nonsense.

"Sir, I didn't want to kill her, I didn't want to kill her! It was her! She was the one who wanted to provoke the church... She was going to die!" He pried Black Dragon's hands apart and pulled them randomly, trying to wash away his responsibility.

"I have been educating that bastard according to your instructions..." He spoke without restraint and was almost crazy. He said almost everything that came to his mind, but Lilith could hear that he was no longer talking about Mrs. Shelley, but Lilith herself.

The word "bastard" stung Zephirion. He relaxed his grip slightly and repeated in a low voice: "My orders?"

"No mother, no relatives." Viscount Fryer gasped for breath, still repeating his crazy muttering, "Nothing, nothing... Yes, that disgusting thing, this is how it should live!"

Aryan and the other elves looked at Zephirion, and these fragmented messages made them confused and surprised.

Viscount Fryer became increasingly agitated as he spoke. "She almost killed me! That restless bastard, she even wanted to pretend to be a God-favored One. She wanted to kill me and make me lose everything you've given me! My Lord, I've done everything I could! I've always been committed to my duties. You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me..."

"No mother, no relatives?" Zephirion's breathing gradually became heavier, and his eyes were full of pain: "That's your daughter!"

"Haha, hahaha!" Viscount Friel laughed crazily, "She's going to die, she's finally going to die! She has offended the church and the king, she won't have a good end, no one will ever know about it again, never again! Hahahahahahaha——"

Aryan was shocked when he heard this, and seemed to understand that something had happened in the High Court. He immediately decided to ignore this crazy and useless nobleman, turned around, opened the door and left, but ran into a red-haired girl with blood all over her legs at the door.

It's Leila! Lilith felt her heart skip a beat. The girl's nightgown was stained with large patches of blood, and it was obvious that she had paid a heavy price for breaking free from her restraints.

"……dad?"

Leila must have noticed the strange phenomenon in the manor and followed the sound. At this moment, she seemed not to see Aryan and just stared blankly at the back of him.

At the end of his sight, Zephirion ripped off Viscount Fryer's head with his bare hands, and blood splattered directly onto the dilapidated roof...

Lilith took a deep breath and broke free from Aryan's memory. The strong smell of blood seemed to still be stuck in her throat. Her vision was spinning, but fortunately, Giselle was still supporting her from behind and gently caught her.

"My Lord." After helping Lilith to her feet, Giselle lowered her head and whispered in her ear.

"Welcome back."