Elliott did not return for the rest of the day, and Fitney did not go out for the rest of the day, but she asked Dick to help her with the briefing and read another book sent by Shirley, "Memoirs of Mr. Winchett," which Adez had sent to him—a simple book, but it was a very scholarly book—and it was not always easy to relate to Winchett. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Miss, there is your letter. In the afternoon, when Dick returned, he handed her a letter. He handed the letter to Fertenay, because he had other tasks on him, and was about to leave again - he had been working hard lately, but he did not complain.

"Dick," called out to Fitney, who stopped, turned to look at her, and waited quietly for her to speak—but Fitney was silent for a long time—and outside the window, a bird leaped slowly from the branches, and as it flew away, the swaying branches shook off a few leaves—and then she spoke," Greid...... What kind of person is he? ”

Her thoughtful question seemed abrupt.

"Does Mademoiselle want to compare herself with Her Highness?" said Dick.

"Yes. Fitney was silent for a moment and said.

"What does Miss think?" asked Dick.

"Kind and cruel. "He seemed to me to be a poor weakling, because he had no control over his future, but I later found out that he was more forbearant than anyone else, and that such a man was not kind, and that it might be a disaster for all." ”

"Mademoiselle, with all due respect, there is no good or evil, and Mr. Greider once told me that there is no goodness in him, but that he can be called good in the standpoint. Dick said, "I have never seen through that gentleman, and what he did is worth remembering." ”

"Why do you believe what I said?" said Fitney, thoughtfully.

"Because that's what he's going to do. I have never dared to say that I am loyal to His Highness Greid, for I have never known him, and Mademoiselle's assessment may be correct. Dick shook his head.

"It seems that you don't know the answer either. ”

"No one knows the answer. ”

"Well, thank you. Fitney paused.

"It's my job to be able to help you. Dick replied, and with that he turned away.

Fettnay now focused on the letter—only one person would send a letter that Dick would bring to him as soon as possible.

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When Elliott returned to the mansion, Fitney was still sitting in the hall reading a book—as she usually did.

Elliott saw that the cover of the book read "Memoirs of Mr. Winchett."

Fitney heard the voice and knew it was Elliott back, but she said nothing.

Elliott felt some inexplicable anger, and he, who had been feeling tired, walked towards Fitney almost briskly at this time.

"Fertenay. He said.

Fitney nodded slightly—if it weren't for Elliott's careful look, maybe he would have thought Fitney was unmoved.

"You...... Is there really nothing to say to me?" Elliot felt frustrated, even though his anger vanished.

"What do you want me to say?" Fitnair sighed.

"The person who poisoned him was not Dahl Morgan, he was just a victim, including that he was killed. Perhaps because of the frustration just now, Elliott was already very calm when he said this.

"What you want me to ask is, why do you know, or, how do you know?" said Fitney, who was silent for a moment.

"It doesn't matter - but you already know it. ”

"Yes, I know. ”

Elliott was a little shocked—Fitney's demeanor was calm in the lamplight, as if it was no different from the tea he had drunk in the afternoon.

But she knew that fact, and even concocted a not-so-strict reason to deceive Misé - to let the real murderer be spared, the truth that should have been known......

"That's what it is...... Your purpose?" Elliot felt like everything was in chaos.

"Purpose? maybe. Fitney said slowly.

"Use this matter to make Her Highness Shirley think that you are reliable, as well as those things before...... And then...... Get the position of Empress?" Elliot frowned, "No...... It should be more than that, even Missé, maybe it's just something you use - what the hell do you want to do?"

Fitney had asked Ed about this phrase countless times before, and when it was used on herself, she was in a trance.

"It's not as much as you think, I just want a force that can sustain myself living here. "Fitney doesn't think it matters.

"You know I never understood those words. Elliott said.

"As you can see, I distorted some of the facts, but this development is more beneficial to me, that's all. ”

"But don't you feel ashamed of those who believe in you?" Elliott's voice raised a little, "I always thought that you had been kicked out of your family, gone through some trials that could be called disasters, and returned to the Kingdom of Luther to ......"

"It's for revenge. Fitney's words caused Elliott to pause in shock.

Fitnair stood up slowly, and she should have continued with a hateful look, but her expression did not change the whole time, which was the most frightening thing.

"As you can see, the Holy See is my enemy, they leave me homeless, and when I find that escaping cannot solve all this, I want to defeat them - that is my purpose. Fitney said.

Few people are able to be so "candid" about their purpose and admit that it is "hatred".

"But...... Your way ......" Elliott gritted his teeth.

"As you can see. ”

"That's not right. ”

Elliott's expression was serious—he was willing to help Fitney, and it was clear that he didn't think enough of her.

"I'm going to die. Elliott's words stunned Elliott, and he saw Fitney look away, the corners of his mouth slightly raised—with a sarcastic smile, "I remember you didn't like the world of nobility, but it was. ”

"That's not the reason. Elliott frowned. But then he remembered something, and smiled—a wry smile, "But, I can't stop you, can I? In all the things you do, I'm just a person to take advantage of—I've found a lot of people and thought of some things since last night, but I don't think you'll accept it, it's ridiculous for you, isn't it?"

"That's right. Fitney said, turning around and closing the book spread out on the table.

"Lonai - you came back here because of hatred, and you will do whatever it takes, and you will regret what you have done at this time. Elliott's voice came from behind, and it was getting farther and farther away.

Fitney didn't speak until the sound of the door shut.