strokinit #109 - Section 109
#109 - Section 109
If one of her daughters could marry this future baron, that wouldn't be a bad choice.
After all, with the personalities of her two stupid daughters, being able to marry a baron would already be the best outcome.
But how could she get her two stupid daughters together with this knight who even made her heart flutter?
Madam Tremaine gently turned her ring.
While she was pondering, the headache-inducing voices of her two daughters suddenly came from behind.
"Knight, where's the invitation? The invitation to the prince's ball!"
"I'm going to be queen!"
They looked quite pretty, barely qualifying as beauties.
But why did their personalities seem like those of idiots?
In this period, he had seen noble ladies, if not a hundred, at least fifty.
But he had never seen anyone as rude and uncivilized as the two women in front of him.
They didn't seem like nobles, but rather like two country bumpkins.
They hadn't received any education in etiquette.
Rhode reached out and pinched the space between his eyebrows, feeling a bit of a headache.
This Madam Tremaine was indeed a top-quality noblewoman; her demeanor and noble etiquette were flawless, even to his experienced eyes.
He had thought that the daughters raised by such a woman, even if they couldn't match her, wouldn't be too inferior.
But now, he suddenly had the feeling that a peacock had given birth to two sparrows.
"Are these all of Sir Felix's daughters?"
Rhode looked at the two girls, who had become obedient after being scolded by their mother, but were still glaring at each other.
He couldn't help but sigh.
Although he knew that Jessibelle thought highly of Sir Felix's family,
if Sir Felix only had these two daughters, he would be crazy to choose either of these two women as queen.
Even sister flowers couldn't make up for this difference.
If Jessibelle really wanted Sir Felix's daughter to be queen, then he would have to let Jessibelle choose someone else.
He certainly couldn't handle the task of polishing weapons with the queen on the wedding night.
"I only have these two daughters."
Madam Tremaine's eyes changed, and she spoke calmly.
However, that fleeting change couldn't escape Rhode's notice.
"Is that so?"
Rhode looked expressionlessly at the minister behind him.
Since Jessibelle thought so highly of Sir Felix, this minister certainly wouldn't have failed to do any investigation.
"That's not right, Sir Felix should have three daughters."
"Two stepdaughters, Anastasia and Griselda, and one biological daughter… I think her name is… Cinderella?"
The minister said uncertainly.
Upon hearing this, Rhode's eyes turned slightly cold.
In an instant, an oppressive aura enveloped the entire manor.
Even the two girls who couldn't stand each other instantly shut their mouths.
Everyone looked at Rhode in horror, feeling that this knight, who had just been harmless, suddenly seemed to have turned into a ferocious beast.
His whole body was filled with a palpitating aura.
"Madam Tremaine, I think you should give me an explanation."
"I invited Sir Felix's daughter to the ball in the name of Princess Jessibelle. Why are the two stepdaughters here, but Sir Felix's biological daughter is nowhere to be seen?"
Rhode slowly reached out and grasped the knight's sword at his waist. His gaze, devoid of any emotion, made Madam Tremaine unable to help but feel fear.
The knight who slayed giants!
The pressure brought by this title was not something that could be easily endured.
"I only said that I have two daughters, but I didn't say that my husband only has two daughters."
Madam Tremaine lowered her eyes, forcibly maintaining her composure.
Her tone was still as calm as ever.
"Cinderella is currently cleaning in the attic. If you want to see her, I can have her come out, but…"
"I think you'd better be prepared, lest something unexpected happens. That child…"
"…is a demon who will bring great disaster."
Looking at the seemingly genuine expression on Madam Tremaine's face, Rhode raised his eyebrows, instantly intrigued.
A demon who can bring disaster?
He wanted to see if there really was such a thing.
If there really were demons, he wouldn't mind sacrificing one to see what kind of reward he could get.
As his strength grew, sacrificing ordinary things could no longer bring him any rewards.
Only such powerful magical creatures could possibly make him stronger.
Madam Tremaine hesitated, and finally sighed, saying nothing.
She only led Rhode to a dirty and messy stable at the back of the manor.
Rhode frowned. Sir Felix's biological daughter was made to live in such a place?
This stepmother was really cruel enough.
It was a bit too vicious.
"Cinderella! Come out quickly, someone's looking for you!"
Seeing the stable, Madam Tremaine's two daughters suddenly seemed to regain their spirits and shouted loudly.
Cinderella?
Rhode was slightly stunned when he heard this name.
Stepmother?
Two older sisters?
Cinderella?
Hiss!
Could it be such a coincidence?
His gaze turned to the dilapidated stable, and a figure slowly walked out, looking timid and cautious.
Rhode's eyes widened slightly, with curiosity that was hard to hide.
After all, this Cinderella's reputation was one of the most influential in the fairy tale world.
In old clothes, a face full of dust, the whole body seemed to be dyed with a layer of ash, can not see the original appearance at all.
The name Cinderella was not wrong.
"Madam Tremaine, is there somewhere that needs cleaning?"
Cinderella walked cautiously out of the stable, walking toward Madam Tremaine.
"Stop, don't come over!"
Madam Tremaine suddenly spoke, her calm tone seeming somewhat distorted at this moment.
Rhode glanced at her in surprise.
He found that there was no disgust or disdain in Madam Tremaine's eyes, but rather a hint of panic and fear.
Her hands clenched unconsciously, and her body trembled slightly.
Strange!
A stepmother who abuses her stepdaughter is actually so afraid of the stepdaughter she abuses.
No matter how you looked at it, it felt strange.
Rhode muttered softly, his gaze on Cinderella, wondering what kind of charm this woman, who could make a prince madly infatuated in fairy tales, could have.
Their eyes met, and Rhode's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Those bright eyes seemed to have a special magic, making people instinctively want to be close and approach.
Rhode's eyes flickered.
A wave of crazy love and desire instantly surfaced in his mind.
"Strange…"
After regaining his senses, Rhode couldn't help but frown, a trace of vigilance flashing in his eyes.
Although he liked women, he always knew how to restrain himself.
No matter how beautiful a woman was, she wouldn't make him feel lost.
But when he saw this woman, he actually had a feeling that he had to get her at all costs.
This feeling was very strange.
It wasn't like love, but more like a primal sense of possession and desire.
Under this mentality, his only thought was to cruelly ravage and violently penetrate.
To vent the darkest cruelty in his heart on this woman.
With his spirit and willpower, he almost fell for it without realizing it, let alone ordinary people.
"She is a monster."
Madam Tremaine's deep voice sounded in his ear.
Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, as if there was a chill from the bottom of her heart, and her eyes showed fear and a hint of hateful hatred as she looked at Cinderella.
"If she becomes the king's queen, it will only bring disaster to this country. Believe me, you don't know how evil and terrifying she really is."
Madam Tremaine spoke word by word.
"Although my two daughters are very stupid and barbaric, they are the best candidates to become queen."
"I hope Knight Rhode, you can say a few good words for my two daughters in front of Princess Jessibelle. As a reward,"
"everything in this manor can be used at your disposal."
Looking at the almost pleading look in Madam Tremaine's eyes, Rhode turned his gaze to Cinderella, who had a pure and innocent look on her face.
Although he couldn't say what it was, his intuition told him that this woman was very dangerous.
"Can everything be used at my disposal?"
Rhode slowly walked towards Madam Tremaine, his condescending gaze meeting her slightly stubborn eyes.