Team villains except me

Chapter 522 Gunsmoke

Nolvia piled all her exams on the same day.

The days in late autumn were short, and when Norvia walked out of the classroom, she saw the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Irene was waiting for her outside the classroom.

Irene felt that Nolvia was always tired. She hugged Nolvia's arm and whispered to Nolvia if she could give herself some rest.

"I know you want to go back to Lanier, and there's a lot of work at the academy, but your exams are over now, and we can go back anytime. Nolvia, can you go back to Rose Mansion and rest for a while?"

Norvia nodded.

The final exams were over, and she had asked for leave from Hugh and Elliott.

The existing problems were solved, but she still faced a constant stream of problems. No one could contact Teacher Valerio; Teacher Valerio had disappeared.

She didn't think that Teacher Valerio had gone to see Raphael. If he had, Valerio wouldn't have prepared two letters, and he wouldn't have dropped everything to go find Raphael at this time.

Valerio is willful, strong-willed, and crazy, but the chairman of Abersgar is cautious, smart, and strategic. He will not give up the power in his hands, nor will he hand over Abersgar, which he has taken back.

In other words, what Valerio is doing is more important than Abersig.

What would that be?

The answer is very clear.

Norvia felt like something was out of control. This feeling of powerlessness, knowing something was happening but unable to stop it, was exactly the same as when her parents left her.

"Norvia."

Irene called her hurriedly.

"Can we go to Ruyou for dinner tonight? Fiana is on a business trip and not in the Western Continent. She said she can't have dinner with us."

"Sure, Irene."

Nolvia touched Irene's head.

“Is there any restaurant you’d like to try soon?”

Irene was stunned. She thought about it and felt a little sad.

"I've been so busy lately that I haven't had time... Can we go back to the palace and eat?"

"Ok."

……

On Hui Ruiyou's magic circle, Irene and Nolvia talked about her progress.

"It's really difficult to get different nations to work towards the same goal. Although we're all orc nations, our cultural traditions differ. Aunt Qinao has put forward many conditions, and I'm still negotiating with her. Although she hasn't returned to the political center of Reinald in many years, she's really difficult to deal with. I heard from Aunt Qinao that she's become much more moderate now..."

Josiah came to see me. She said she knew what I was trying to do, and she told me to be careful, saying that sooner or later "those guys" would find out about me, and the alliance I had started would be shattered.

Nolvia, I feel that it is time for me to become king."

The circle rotated, like a large, glowing crown.

Nolvia looked at Irene, then she clenched her fist and pounded her chest three times.

This was the etiquette that Ruyou used to show respect to the king. Norvia had learned it very early.

"I support you, Your Majesty Irene."

Irene looked at her and held her face in her hands, pursing her lips, a little shy and a little proud.

“…Okay.”

-

Nolvia has been keeping an eye on Lanier's movements.

There were riots in many cities, but Francher and the king did not fall out.

An undercurrent is surging.

Shute and Elliott stayed in Fortsu, Zhue went to Trentedan, and Duku was in France. Elliott had originally wanted to go to France, but he promised Musa that he would help her protect Persila.

However, it was Loretta who first attacked Percilla.

Loretta believes the Stone of Destiny can bring Persilla back to life. Because of Yalinxiu, she has other expectations for the Stone of Destiny. She doesn't want Persilla to die. She can't control her own fate, destined to embark on a thorny road, unable to accompany Musa.

She hoped that at least Musa could have a Persila by her side.

Persilla noticed it.

Persila looked at Loretta, who kept asking her why she didn't want to stay with Musa for a long time.

She looked at the child who was covered in hatred and grief, and she felt that Musa, like her, was not a good mother.

"Loretta, I know Musa may not have taught you this, but I'm telling you now: you can't use trickery to circumvent death. The God's Stone's greatest use is its ability to heal wounds, but Loretta, look at me. I've been sick since the day Musa returned to Lanier, and I've been sick ever since.

Death is a relief for me. Loretta, it's not just Musa who's suffering. Will her pain bring me joy? Am I blind to her struggle and grief?

Loretta, don't my wishes matter?

What if your method doesn't work? I'd be dead right now. Next time, experiment before you do something like this. 'Jidi' has plenty of opportunities to make mistakes. If you don't want to be 'Jidi', Loretta, you have to be more careful next time."

Persilla taught Loretta how to use despicable tactics, how to deal with the king's expectations, and how to be the ultimate winner in life.

But Persila still couldn't see Musa.

Musa didn't ask for a meeting either. She's been learning a lot lately, and she's starting to get involved in politics. She's a fast learner, and her teacher is De Ling, who has extensive experience in brutal and bloody political battles.

De Ling felt guilty. She had always taken care of Musa, and now she was giving her all. Her belly was growing bigger, but now she suddenly hesitated.

She originally thought that she could completely control a life, but after seeing Musa now, she was no longer sure.

The conditions for tragedy are simple. As long as it is in Lanier, the ruthless fate will sweep away the future of the female eagles.

There is one thing De Ling has not confessed.

But first, she needs to see Percilla.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to be the root cause of Musa's misery.

She never repented. She just did what she had to do. She felt she was not wrong.

--Really?

In the middle of the night, De Ling woke up with a palpitating heart, and the pale and weak face of Persilla was in her mind.

Persilla said, "I was wrong. I was a coward."

She saw Persila resolutely burn her diary. She stood beside her, smelling the heavy smell of smoke. She felt as if a period of time had been ruined by Persila herself.

At that time, she only knew that there was a female eagle named Musa. She had seen with her own eyes how much Persila loved Musa. Persila had many diaries, and each one recorded the little happiness she had with Musa.

What was the point of this? She had never understood, she had never experienced it, she had no idea that a female eagle could be loved in this way, that there really were such mothers.

The diaries had burned with a high flame for a long, long time, and even now her dreams were still filled with smoke.

She still remembered. She could never forget. The last words that Persilla wrote in her diary were, "Cowardly bad mother, brave good child."

Those words, like a nail, drove into her heart.

During the years that Musa had returned to Lanier, she had always been kind to Musa. She felt that what Persila wrote was right. Musa was a brave and good child.

She tried her best to be nice to Musa, as if she was atonement.

She really wanted Musa to have a good life, and she put herself in her shoes to provide the best options for her. But for some reason, she seemed to have harmed Musa.

De Ling thought about it for a long time. At dawn, she met with Persila.

-

When Norvia takes Simon de Santiago to Lanier, she discovers that the confrontation is more intense than she'd heard.

There was no communication between Futsu and France. Crossing the war zone was troublesome, and she now had no choice but to make a choice.

Not only Fortsu and France, but now all cities within Lanier can no longer freely travel between each other, and the administrators of each city are fighting each other. Lanier is in chaos, with France and the king of Lanier each occupying half of Lanier's territory.

At first, the resistance groups were unstoppable, but the king responded quickly.

The situation was now at a stalemate. Franche's offensive was beginning to weaken, and the king was unable to reclaim his lost territory. His primary concern now was Musa, a formidable weapon. He had never possessed it, but he knew the devastation it could unleash when out of control.

He kept seeking doctors for Persila, hoping that she could live longer, at least until he could resolve her current predicament. He did not care about the female eagle's resistance. Such small fights had happened in history, but they always failed, and so did they now.

The king would pay for his contempt, but until then, the wear and tear was costing lives. In the midst of the vortex, the safest and most dangerous cities were Fortsu and France.

Norvia finally went to France because she heard from Nedoan that her mother had died.

The last thing Niedoan's mother saw was the precarious Rainier. Her hope was ultimately unfulfilled, and Niedoan finally dared not see her mother.

She was not a female eagle, and she did not become her mother's pride. She made her mother leave with regret.

She asked Franche to pretend to be her and see her mother for the last time. She felt that at least the child her mother saw was a female eagle, and her mother had not recognized her for a long time.

She leaned against the wall waiting to hear the news of her mother's death. She thought that if her mother knew that her daughter was an excellent female eagle, she would be very happy.

But Franche came out quickly. Franche was still a little dazed, but he returned to his normal self after seeing Nedoan.

"Your mother, she kicked me out. I remember what you told me about your past, but she said I couldn't be her daughter because I looked like the daughter she wanted, but she'd never get what she wanted in Rainier.

She also said that the daughter she raised would not be as calm as me. She said she could not remember what her daughter looked like, but she remembered what kind of female eagle she was. The child she raised would be excellent, but extreme, like her. Her daughter could not accept her death, but I was too calm.

She said she didn't feel sorry for me when she looked at me, so I was a fake."

French was confused.

This was a very arbitrary judgment, and Nedoan's mother hadn't conducted multiple verifications. A dying patient with cognitive confusion had discovered the truth so directly.

Franche didn't understand, but she pushed Nedo into the room.

"She wants you."

Nedoan did not resist. She started her plan ahead of time, ending Franche's hesitation, and Franche now also cut off her cowardice.

She and Franche were of the same ilk.

That's why she asked Franche to come see her mother on her behalf.

Nedoan cannot control her emotions in front of her mother. She is particularly conceited, but in front of her mother, she is always cautious, wanting to be recognized and wanting to become her mother's favorite.

She was adopted and picked up by her mother. There was no strongest blood connection between them. All the gains and losses in her life were revealed in her mother's eyes.

She disappointed her mother.

She thought that even if she planned so hard, even if she called many people, even if she worked day and night to make arrangements, there still wasn't enough time.

When death is imminent, time is never enough.

Nedoan's eyes were red and he didn't dare to get close to his mother.

But she heard her mother calling her.

"Look up. Let me see if you're a fake. How could the child I raised be so insecure as to look for someone else to replace her? She'd look down on herself, and she'd look down on me. How could I not recognize my daughter?"

Nieduo'an's heart ached. She slowly raised her head and saw her frail mother. While her mother was unconscious, she had often snuggled in her arms. She was short, and curled up in her mother's arms like she had been a child. But once her mother woke, she would hide away.

The sober mother is very strange.

Nedoan's eyes turned red. She was afraid her mother wouldn't recognize her, but she also didn't want her mother to recognize her.

Her mother looked at her steadily, then smiled with a confident smile.

"You are my daughter. I don't understand why you would find someone else to pretend to be you. I can tell at a glance that you are my daughter."

Nedoan wiped her tears desperately. Her tone was full of aggression.

"That's not what you said. You didn't recognize me. I'm not a female eagle. You didn't recognize me. You didn't think I was your daughter—"

"Son, I'm sick."

"You can hurt me like this just because you're sick? Do you know how sad I am? Suddenly, I'm no longer your pride. You don't even want to look at me."

Nedoan yelled at his mother, who shook her head slightly.

"What a silly child. How can I be your mother? Don't love me like that, and don't let me hurt you."

Nieduoan bit her lip and cried miserably. Her mother waved to her with difficulty.

"Come here, let mommy hug you."

Nedoan walked over. She sat beside her mother, clinging to her as she had when she was a child. Her mother was so frail, she had forgotten her.

Although her mother recognized her, she could not remember the memories between them. In the last moments, her mother and her seemed to be meeting for the first time.

My mother's voice grew weaker and weaker, until finally only a breath remained.

"Rainier is not your responsibility. That's what I wanted to do, but I knew I couldn't. You did a great job.

...Nedo. Don't push yourself so hard, you have always been my pride. "

Nedoan raised his head in disbelief.

The mother closed her eyes, but she was smiling. There was a very peaceful and proud smile on her face.

Just like the countless times her mother praised her in her memory.

She curled up in her mother's arms. After a while, her mother lay down in her arms.

Nedo Eucalyptus touched her mother's wings and thought that she had lost her mother.

She wanted to bury her mother on Mount Patriati.