My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2302 -768: Now This Is the Proper Way for a Lord and Offspring to Get Along

I apologize for deceiving you back then.

I know it was despicable, and I once wanted to confess everything to you. I hesitated several times, but… but when I realized I couldn’t continue being so despicable, you had already stumbled clumsily yet restrainedly into my heart.

This time, it was by no means an illusion created by fear. It was a real emotion striking the soul, even rekindling the courage in my once resigned self, to resist the shame and conquest that Lady Yvette always wanted to impose on me.

She…

She’s a terrifying woman in every aspect, Mark, you must promise me!

Once the lady makes excessive demands of you at the cost of my freedom, you must refuse her without hesitation. I’ve seen many warriors as steadfast as you being cruelly tamed by Lady Yvette, bit by bit, until they become loyal dogs at her feet.

I don’t want you to suffer the same tragedy.”

“I won’t, for I have entrusted my loyalty to a truly great person, and my soul has found a warm harbor to dwell in.”

Maxim smiled, placed Lionea’s hand by his lips, and gently kissed it. He said:

“Lady Yvette is not my enemy, but this is indeed a war I must partake in. Men of Transylvania do not shy away from any battle with rich rewards, my Sasha.

Sir Murphy reshaped my life, and you taught me that life should have hues other than the scarlet of loyalty.

You have already rewarded me, my lady, it’s time for me to fight for you!”

With that, he took Lionea’s hand, pushed open the seemingly mountainous door, and laid eyes on Ms. Yvette Ryad Kapadosia, the Third Lord of the Blood Covenant Knights Group, reclining on the bed.

But what shocked Maxim and Lionea at the same time was her current state.

She was indeed injured, and very severely so.

Though her body bore not many visible wounds, the bandages covering her eyes and the occasional twitch of her body betrayed her unfeigned weakness, not to mention the blood continuously seeping from her eye bandages.

It truly seemed rather frightening.

As Yvette’s offspring, Lionea could very clearly sense a subtle misalignment between the lady’s soul and body, as if her soul had been briefly extracted and then roughly stuffed back in.

However, Lady Yvette was so powerful, it’s truly hard to imagine whom she clashed with last night for her to end up in such a sorry state overnight.

Maxim observed even more.

He noticed the men and women serving Yvette, each and every one possessing exceptionally outstanding appearance and demeanor, like handsome men and beautiful women at a party.

But the obsession gleaming in their eyes when looking at the Third Lord indicated that they were all “fully transformed,” reduced to ardent followers under Yvette, utterly hopeless “devotees” in a real sense.

Even in her current state of misery, to them, she was still seemingly the most perfect existence in this world.

If not for Maxim, this would also have been Lionea’s ultimate fate.

“Look who’s here…”

Even though she was terribly miserable, the Third Lord still spoke with a theatrical tone, painfully suppressing her agony to jest:

“The runaway little wildcat has returned, I thought you had made up your mind to leave this pitiful lone vampire, my little Sasha. I’m truly sorry you had to witness your perfect elder in such a sorrowful state.

I won’t hide my misfortune; just last night, I encountered a truly dreadful foe…

This valley is cursed, and I am the unwelcome guest.

After dealing with your issue, I’ll be leaving here for the Maginot Line to undertake the task assigned to me by Lord Paryen.

But I’m curious, Sasha, since you’re here, why bring such a mighty Blood Vulture Tough Guy to visit me?

Have your journeys in Transylvania turned you into a coward, unable to face me alone, and needing a new friend to accompany you back to this warm home? Or have you finally, without a mentor, grasped the shortcut to gaining favor under my command?

Are you planning to present this manly hunk, brimming with masculinity, as a gift to me?

Or are you intending to serve me in a manner more pleasing to me?

All three of us together…

Tsk tsk, you truly understand me, my dear Sasha, then let’s go…”

Lord Yvette truly seemed intrigued, struggling to rise, but as soon as she moved, her complexion changed. The excruciating pain in her brain nearly made her vomit, obviously a lingering effect of severe concussion.

The convulsing body forced her back onto the bed, a perfect depiction of “the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

But it cannot be blamed on her fragility as a Golden One; last night, that dreadful “Female Devil Head” literally scrambled her brain physically, and recovering to this state after just one night already underscores her incredible recuperative ability.

She still stubbornly adjusted her posture and drew out her voice, saying: