118: save1 Dark Clouds
Wang Xiran seed not to have expected Lu Lele to be so resolute. She looked deeply at Lu Lele, bent at the waist, and said respectfully:
"As you wish, Miss. But please allow to take you to your al first. After that, I will go release Helena."
Lu Lele did not agree, insisting:
"No. Where is Helena? Take to see her. Right now."
Wang Xiran finally couldn't hold it back and spoke:
"Miss, when did you start caring so much about your personal maid? To speak frankly, Helena is just a lowly person from the Far West Country. Only by giving her a whipping can she recognize her own identity..."
Lu Lele glanced at Wang Xiran and said coldly:
"Head Maid, perhaps you are the one who needs to recognize your identity. Are you not planning to listen to my order? Or is it that the actual master of this castle is you?"
Wang Xiran just exchanged a brief look with Lu Lele and was frightened by her gaze, involuntarily averting her eyes.
That gaze was so sharp, as if it had experienced storms of blood, possessing a force like a thunderbolt.
Although she knew the Miss before her was just a powerless, sickly little girl who couldn't even walk, always pampered and privileged, it was impossible for her to have experienced such things.
However, at this mont, the Head Maid lost completely to Lu Lele in terms of aura. She couldn't help but lower her head and said:
"...There is no such thing. I understand, Miss. I will take you to see her imdiately."
On the way, Lu Lele didn't speak, and the two of them had no interaction.
Through the brief contact, Lu Lele could clearly feel the Head Maid's disdain for Helena, or rather, the disdain of the people of the Empire for those from the Far West Country. That pride and discrimination carved into her bones made the Head Maid unwilling to even look straight at Helena.
Compared to Helena, the Head Maid, Wang Xiran, rarely had contact with Lu Lele. When eting Lu Lele, the Head Maid behaved according to standard rules. Not a bit of necessary etiquette was missing, and she wouldn't say a single unnecessary word.
Such a person, Lu Lele disliked very much.
Inside the gloomy interrogation room in the castle's basent, which slled of blood.
Helena was bound to a wooden chair in a kneeling position, her back exposed facing the door, covered in red marks from whipping.
"Put down," Lu Lele said.
Wang Xiran had no choice but to comply.
"Miss..."
Although Helena had her back to the two of them, she heard her master's voice and instantly beca excited, saying with a trembling voice:
"You, you shouldn't co to such a dirty place..."
"Compared to the filth of the soul, what does this level of dirt count as?"
Lu Lele said this with intentional or unintentional sarcasm, then walked to Helena and asked:
"Who did it?"
"..."
Helena glanced at Wang Xiran, lowered her head, pursed her lips, and seed very hesitant.
"Helena, don't be afraid. Who did it? Tell boldly."
Lu Lele naturally knew who did it, but she still said seriously:
"I need an answer right now."
Helena hesitated for a mont and said in a small voice:
"It, it was the Head Maid..."
"Oh."
Lu Lele nodded, then cast her gaze toward the Head Maid to the side.
"Untie her, then, you sit up there yourself."
Wang Xiran was obviously stunned and didn't comply imdiately. Instead, she asked:
"Miss... Shouldn't you consider it again? Please think carefully. My status and hers..."
Lu Lele said coldly:
"Status can't save you either. Do it quickly. This is an order."
Wang Xiran looked at Lu Lele again, no longer showing other thoughts, just obediently complying and saying calmly:
"I understand, Miss."
She had already discovered that the Miss had changed.
Even if it was doting on a slave, it absolutely wouldn't go this far.
Wang Xiran could already guess what Lu Lele intended to do.
The sickly her was impossible to pick up the whip and lash herself, so the one actually executing it could only be that lowly person from the Far West Country.
This fact made Wang Xiran's eyes grow even more gloomy.
As a Royalist's young miss, actually producing the thoughts of a Reformist, letting a lowly Far Wester flog a noble of the Empire.
This was a very, very terrible thing.
Just like that day, that majestic voice had once said above the head of Wang Xiran, who was prostrate on the ground.
No matter which force it was.
The Church, the Royalists, the Reformists, the Improventists...
None would allow any act of betrayal within their ranks.
The roar of steam had brought changes to the era, but the Royal Capital still stood tall. The glory stretching for hundreds of years continued to this day, which proved the King and his system's tolerance and greatness.
Just like the King's laws, they were forever perfect and flawless. They should not be changed, let alone subverted.
The Miss's bloodline was noble and pure, and the Miss was still very young, easily susceptible to being incited by others.
Therefore, the error did not lie with the Miss herself.
Then, the person who could possibly lead the Miss astray was left with only one.
Wang Xiran locked her eyes dead onto Helena. The latter seed to have sensed sothing, exchanged a look with Wang Xiran, and then was so scared she shivered.
Lu Lele didn't notice any of this. She was still imrsed in the joy of subduing a sidekick and hadn't considered what the consequence of letting Helena whip the Head Maid would be.
"Then, next, it is ti for you to play your role, Helena. Do you rember what I told you?"
Helena appeared very uneasy and said:
"I rember... But, Miss, do we really have to do this?"
Lu Lele smiled and asked back:
"Helena, when you were tied to the chair by Wang Xiran and whipped, do you think she would consider the question of do we really have to do this? Don't look down on yourself, Helena."
Helena nodded thoughtfully and said:
"I... I understand, Miss."
Wang Xiran, however, slightly widened her eyes when Lu Lele said the words don't look down on yourself to Helena.
In the end, Lu Lele achieved the result she wanted. Saving Helena from the Head Maid's hands and making Helena whip the Head Maid in return.
Lu Lele felt very satisfied. This kind of plot often happened in power fantasy stories, and it actually really felt good, making the corners of her mouth rise slightly.
However, perhaps due to the fear in her bones, Lu Lele could tell that Helena didn't use much strength, and the whip falling on Wang Xiran wasn't very heavy.
And Wang Xiran didn't make a sound the entire ti. She stared at the corner of the interrogation room, biting her lips tightly, not stopping until blood seeped out.
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