Past Events (1)

Lucia ran back to her residence in tears, covering herself with a blanket and trying her best not to cry out loud.

She didn't know Gigue's situation, only that he was currently suffering immense pain and could even lose his life at any moment.

Recalling every moment she had spent with Gigue, her heart grew even sadder.

She didn't sleep all night. The next day, Lucia went out to work with swollen, red eyes. Her gaze was vacant as she swept the courtyard, Gigue's pained screams still echoing in her ears.

Ever since Gigue was taken away, hardly anyone came to this courtyard. But today, not long after Lucia arrived, heavy footsteps approached from a distance. It was the two men in white from yesterday, accompanied by a guard in golden armor.

They stopped in front of Lucia. The golden-armored guard pointed at Lucia, who barely reached his knees, and said coldly, "Is this who you were talking about?"

The two men in white nodded repeatedly. After returning yesterday, they had grown increasingly fearful. They were afraid Lucia would reveal what they had discussed, which could implicate them.

So, they found a golden-armored guard responsible for overseeing the laboratory and claimed a slave had overheard confidential information.

Upon hearing that the target was merely a lowly slave, the golden-armored guard didn't give it much thought and came here directly with the two men in white.

The golden-armored guard's gaze was calm. He first asked, "Kid, who is your master?"

Lucia had been a little scared at first, but upon hearing this, she looked up and said with determination, "My master is Saint Gigue!"

The golden-armored guard nodded slightly upon hearing this, calculating in his mind:

Saint Gigue's slave? That's equivalent to an unowned slave, isn't it? Dealing with a slave like this would be so much easier!

He grabbed Lucia by the back of her clothes and roughly lifted her up, saying coldly, "Oh, that makes things easier. You overheard something you shouldn't have yesterday, and now I need to silence you forever."

With that, he ignored the two men in white and carried Lucia away.

The Figarland Family had a rule: if a slave was to be executed, it had to be done outside, so that their lowly blood would not pollute the noble grounds of the Figarland Family.

Alone in the world, Gigue was the only one she cared about.

The Figarland Family's territory was vast. The golden-armored guard swaggered through several courtyards with Lucia in tow. As they passed a royal chamber, a stern voice called out to him.

"Hissay, where are you going?"

The golden-armored guard, Hissay, stiffened. He slowly turned his head and saw Garling sitting on a chair inlaid with various gems, arms crossed, watching him indifferently.

The moment Hissay saw Garling, he immediately knelt on one knee, head bowed, and said, "Saint Garling! This slave has committed a capital offense. I am taking her out to be dealt with."

Garling glanced at Lucia, whom Hissay was holding, and raised an eyebrow, finding her somewhat familiar.

He rose from his chair, slowly walked to the kneeling Hissay, and looked down at Lucia, asking, "What is your name?"

Lucia lowered her eyes and replied mechanically, "Lucia."

This indifferent attitude was a grave disrespect for a slave. Hissay's brows furrowed, and he threw Lucia to the ground, scolding her, "You insolent brat! How dare you speak to Saint Garling like that!"

Hissay's throw was not light. Lucia felt as if her whole body had fallen apart, but she still struggled to get up from the ground, meeting Hissay's eyes without fear.

Lucia's reaction enraged Hissay. If Garling hadn't been there, he would have killed this disrespectful slave on the spot.

Garling, however, remembered Lucia's origin. Wasn't she the birthday gift he had bought for Gigue years ago?

He spoke, asking, "I remember you're Gigue's slave. What crime did you commit?"

The mention of Gigue instantly ignited the suppressed rage within Lucia. She shouted at Garling, "What does it matter what crime I committed? Kill me if you want! You even locked up Saint Gigue and tortured him like that, so what am I, a mere slave, worth?!"

"Hmm? What did you say?"

Garling frowned. Hissay, seeing this, felt a sense of foreboding. Disregarding the rules, he changed his palm into a blade and struck viciously towards Lucia's neck.

With a muffled thud, Hissay was kicked flying by Garling, sliding across the ground.

He struggled to get up, clutching the dented armor on his chest. As soon as he looked up, he saw Garling's icy-cold face. An overwhelmingly dominant aura slowly emanated from him, and under its pressure, the ground beneath Hissay's feet began to crack.

"Did I tell you to move?"

Garling made no move, yet Hissay felt as if he had been struck with immense force. He crashed to his knees with a bang, shouting in terror, "It is I who deserves death! Saint Garling, spare me!"

Garling ignored him. He turned to Lucia and said in an irrefutable tone, "Tell me exactly what happened."

The entire incident, from Hissay's attack to his being knocked down, happened in an instant. Lucia hadn't even reacted and was still standing there, dazed.

Garling was already extremely impatient. The aura emanating from him suddenly surged, pinning Hissay to the ground with a scream.

Lucia finally came to her senses. Seeing Hissay's plight, she vaguely felt that things might be turning around. So, with a try-it-and-see attitude, she recounted everything she had seen and heard yesterday.

Garling listened quietly, his expression growing darker.

After Lucia finished speaking, he walked to her without a word and said coldly, "You should still remember the location of that place. Take me there."

Lucia nodded vigorously and hurried to lead the way for Garling. Garling didn't even glance at Hissay on the ground, stepping over his body as he passed.

They arrived at the white building where Gigue was being held. The golden-armored guard remaining at the entrance immediately knelt and saluted upon seeing Garling's grim expression.

Garling simply stared at the large door in front of him. With his excellent hearing, he could already hear groans coming from inside. It was his nephew, Gigue.

Without waiting for the guard to open the door, he threw a punch. The heavy iron door shattered like a fragile mirror, revealing the scene within.

On a large, snow-white bed lay Gigue, covered in needles and tubes. Around him were a group of stunned people in white, as well as Gurando, who bore a resemblance to Garling but had a cone-shaped hairstyle.

Hearing the commotion, Gigue struggled to lift his head. He looked at Garling and Lucia at the door and uttered a pained whisper, "Uncle Garling, Lucia, save me…"