Chapter 161

Chapter 133: Victoria Part I

Ruffling my windblown hair in frustration, I stared with wide eyes and open mouth as Victoria calmly turned around and gracefully sat back down on the sofa.

It was as if what had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.

She brushed her hair back, bent down to pick up the square handkerchief by her feet, wiped her hands, and then carelessly tossed it aside.

The handkerchief landed on the carpet and quickly became damp from the soup spilled on it.

Seeing this, my mind went blank for a moment before I snapped out of it like a sudden enlightenment.

…My Captain Gray!

It’s over.

Whether it was dinner or Captain Gray, or even the exquisite carpet underfoot, everything was ruined after Victoria’s sudden punch.

A whole dinner wasted, with chaos all around. The tilted bottle continued to spill wine onto the carpet. I quickly grabbed it before it could do more damage, only to find a bottle of Captain Gray rolling towards my feet.

…I can still eat that.

Only then did my nearly frantic state begin to calm down.

At this point, Victoria’s relatives also reacted.

“Victoria! You! Oh my God, what foolish thing have you done!”

“You’re a queen of a country! How could you hit someone! This will completely offend the Clive family!”

“This is too reckless… too reckless…”

A group of upper-class nobles in their thirties and forties, members of the royal family of Ethanbell, were now all in a panic. A plump woman, after her initial shock, walked away without looking back, muttering as she left, “I didn’t know, I didn’t see anything, this has nothing to do with me…”

Victoria didn’t stop her.

The iron-armored guards waiting outside seemed to have sensed something was wrong when they heard the commotion inside, but the Sword of Canny blocked the entrance, creating a tense standoff.

“Be quiet,” Victoria said calmly.

“Quiet? Victoria! It was such a simple matter! Now how are we going to fix this! Tell me, how are we going to fix this!”

Facing the angry accusation of the middle-aged man, Victoria merely glanced at him indifferently.

“This is my affair.”

“Your affair? You’ll drag us into this! Now we’re all here! Who knows what the Clive family will think!”

“That’s your problem.”

“You—! You’re impossible! Do you even care about me as an uncle?”

Victoria suddenly stood up again.

Her action startled her furious uncle, who instinctively took a step back. But Victoria simply walked past him, went to a nearby cabinet, picked up another bottle of wine placed there by a servant, and with a flick of her wrist, popped the cork with a “pop.”

She took a clean glass from Reckert, poured some wine into it, brought the glass to her lips, and drank it all in one go.

“I’m thinking…” she said coldly to Prince Consort, “what gave you the nerve to shout at me like that. Is it because you’re my father’s brother?”

“You—!”

Prince Consort trembled with anger.

He glared at Victoria for a while, but ultimately didn’t say anything else.

“Victoria, your uncle is upset, but he’s saying these things for your own good…”

Another noblewoman stepped forward to mediate.

“Don’t call me Victoria,” Victoria interrupted her.

“Uh… no, Victoria, please listen to me…”

“Don’t call me, Victoria.”

When she repeated this, Victoria emphasized her words.

This was the first time I detected emotion in her voice.

That firm, commanding tone, mixed with complex emotions, the disappointment hidden within—it was something only I could sense.

“You are not my family,” she said.

“You don’t deserve to be.”

The house fell silent again.

Those who remained looked at Victoria with wide eyes, as if they were seeing some strange, incomprehensible creature.

Prince Consort’s face turned red, pointing at her for a long time before finally saying, “Look, look! What kind of nonsense is this?

“I really want your mother to hear this too,” she said.

“Rekter.”

“Yes?”

“Throw him out.”

“Yes.”

After this brief exchange, Forgiveness Head, who had been standing silently aside, approached this side with a gloomy face.

“You dare!” shouted Prince殿下 angrily.

“What are you doing, Sword of Canyon!”

The noblewoman, who seemed to be Victoria’s aunt, also glared at Rekter, but he ignored her completely.

“Hold on, I can walk by myself… Ah—!”

Prince殿下 was powerless against Rekter in front of him. He was dragged by the collar all the way to the door. The noblewoman tried to stop him by scratching and grabbing, but Rekter lifted his arm to block her and then threw the man out.

“Victoria!” she screamed, “We will meet at the council meeting!”

Victoria did not respond, and she could only glare fiercely before leaving the room in a rather awkward manner.

After finishing everything, Rekter walked over to Bart, who was unconscious, and threw him out as well.

Once Bart was thrown out, the iron-clad guards outside immediately panicked. Amidst the noisy shouts, Rekter gestured towards this side. After Victoria nodded slightly, he stepped out of the door.

Following that came the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground and several screams. Afterwards, the noise outside subsided considerably.

Throughout the entire process, no one dared to speak.

These members of the royal family seemed to have understood something.

Whether niece or sister, the young queen in front of them had made up her mind to act unilaterally, and she would not show any leniency to anyone.

Realizing this, they started to back off, but were hesitant to act.

Victoria was so astute that she could see right through it. In fact, this was exactly what she hoped for, so she said, “You may leave too.”

It seemed she didn’t want to make things difficult for these people.

Just like how she hit Bart earlier, it was much harder than anything I saw in the academy; his face might even be fractured… And as for that loud-mouthed prince, she simply threw him out.

After all, they were relatives… weren’t they…

But since her goal was achieved, she wouldn’t keep them for dinner anymore.

The tea table was gone…

The members of the royal family exchanged glances after hearing Victoria’s words.

“This… ah—”

“She’s too young… so impulsive…”

“We’ll just wait and see how the empress handles it… ah—… following in the footsteps of the former king…”

They changed their stance, feigning to shake their heads and sigh while quickly leaving the mansion.

In an instant, the huge mansion was left with just the two of us again.

Outside the courtyard, there seemed to be no movement either. After everything became completely silent, I suddenly realized that my left leg had become slightly numb.

As an observer, I had watched for so long without changing my posture much.

So I shifted a little, thought about it, and decided to take off my shoes. I brought my two white legs up and curled them, easily nestling my petite body into the corner of the sofa. Feeling comfortable, I turned my head to look at Victoria.

She was drinking alone again.

“Cough, cough.”

I cleared my throat, wanting to say something but unsure where to start.

The atmosphere was rather oppressive.

Actually, I wanted to ask her how we were going to handle the aftermath of the mansion being in such a state… who would pay for the door… but now seemed inappropriate.

“You don’t need to worry about repairing the mansion,” Victoria suddenly said, which startled me a bit.

This woman… can she guess what anyone is thinking?

She’s not a genius of the Order of the Wind; she’s a genius of telepathy.

“…Oh.”

Actually, I wanted to say more…

After a moment, Victoria stood up.

“These…” She stared fixedly at the mess in the living room for a few seconds before continuing, “Someone will clean it up later.”

With that, she took the bottle and cup, turned around, and headed upstairs.

I couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you going?”

“To feel the night breeze,” she replied.

That silhouette appeared even thinner compared to when I last saw her.