As he made his way to the mansion’s entrance, Vicente was soon stopped by one of the guards.
“Senior, I’m Vicente Fuller, and I’m here to see Miss Shelby Staples.” He introduced himself, causing the level 7 warrior to look at him in silence, assessing him.
But from time to time, Shelby received friends and local contacts at her residence, so Vicente’s appearance there wasn’t that strange.
After a moment of silence, the old warrior in black armor motioned for him to wait near the front door of the Staples’ home.
As he waited there, Vice’s eyes narrowed as he thought of the actions for the good of his family taking place simultaneously in Millfall and Martell Village.
‘I’ll have results soon…’ He thought before seeing a red-haired beauty dressed as a maid approaching him.
“Mr. Fuller, please, this way.” She smiled at him and led the way.
Vicente followed Shelby’s servant for a few yards until they reached a garden at the side of the mansion, where the beautiful young woman with the orange hair was sitting at a stone table, drinking tea.
“Don’t you have classes today?” Vicente asked as he saw Shelby’s beautiful eyes.
She looked at her favorite student’s older brother and smiled. “My class has martial arts today… You don’t seem to be paying as much attention to your sister as you should, Mr. Fuller. Are you too busy with your domineering activities?”
Vicente made an ugly face when he heard that and looked at the woman, feeling that it was absurd for her to say that in the presence of that yellow magical gem servant.
“I knew I shouldn’t trust you.”
Shelby laughed and said. “Please, Mr. Fuller, you insult me like that. Molly is the person I trust most in all of Millfall. She knows everything I’m involved in.”
Meanwhile, the red-haired woman stopped next to Shelby and smiled at Vice while she had her hands behind her back.
“Sit down, please. Let’s talk.” Shelby nodded toward the stone seat on the other side of the table. 𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗹．𝐨𝗿𝗴
Vicente didn’t refuse and was soon in front of her. “What do you want?”
“Do you like chess, Mr. Fuller?” She ignored his question as she studied the board in front of her.
“I know how to play, but I don’t usually have time for it,” Vice replied, more concerned about what he had to say to this woman.
He knew she wanted to question him about his actions under the name of Cesar. But why she was interested in that, he had yet to find out.
But after receiving Casey’s contact from this woman, Vicente hoped to get something positive out of it even though he didn’t trust her.
“Let’s play while we talk.” She said, quickly arranging the game pieces and giving Vicente a chance to make the first move.
Vicente hadn’t played for a while, but he knew how to play and soon moved one of his pieces to create a trap for his opponent.
Seeing this, while deciding which piece to move first, Shelby asked. “Did you look for Casey?”
“Yes, he’s already in Martell Village working… I have to say. I didn’t expect to meet someone like him. With such a special magic form, I wouldn’t doubt that we all live under a lie invented by someone with the same ability but of a higher level.” He commented, paying attention to the options in front of him.
Shelby nodded her head in agreement. “I don’t doubt it. Casey can become very influential and help nobles even more with his skills. He may be unable to create a whole world of lies, but hiding a few dirty secrets wouldn’t be difficult for him.”
“That worries me. How do we deal with powers that have access to people like that?”
Shelby narrowed her eyes and became more serious when she heard that from Vicente.
“That’s why I want to contact you, Mr. Fuller. Casey is on the side of my family and our allies. But I don’t know if that’s necessarily good for me or you. Besides, people with fantastic abilities like his do exist in our world.
I worry about people like that, too, and who they work for.”
“And you think I can do anything about it?” Vicente took his eyes off the chessboard and looked into Shelby’s.
“Maybe not against them. But you can bring chaos into the peaceful lives of these corrupt nobles.” She said in a deep, resentful tone.
Shelby hated the nobility, even though she was the daughter of a Baron. Not only had she already suffered attempted abuse, but she had also been promised to a man before she was even born, and her life had been marked by defeats for the sake of the nobility.
Her mother had died at the hands of the nobles, her father had “sold” her for his own gain, and her siblings lived either in greed for power or in disgrace from suffering from their positions.
As much as the lives of people in their positions seemed easy, many had no great advantage in being born into their families. On the contrary, most of them inherited nothing and usually had to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the family name and its heir.
Women had to marry in arranged marriages. Men had to serve their older brother somehow, go into the army, make connections, you name it.
But while they had these many responsibilities, many of them were hated by the common people because the common people saw all the nobility as one.
From a young age, they had to watch out for people who might try to act against them, people who might try to take advantage of the opportunities they had, or people who might try to harm their parents.
Life for non-heirs was not as easy as one might imagine!
Shelby hated her family, especially her father.
“With the name of Cesar, you can bring down houses, bring flames of chaos to the nobles of Millfall. Vicente, if you’re willing to help me, I’ll keep your secret and help you take over this town.
But I want the honor of cutting off the head of Marcus Symons.” She said as she looked emotionally into his eyes. “To help you, I’m even willing to jeopardize my family’s plans and make trouble for my siblings.”
Vice frowned as he stared at her in silence, seeing that these were not empty words, much less lies.
“Why me? Why don’t you look for others?” He asked.
She answered without hesitation. “Because you and I are already in the same boat, and I see potential in you.”