Truly Bewitching the Lord

Isabel feels a little sorry.

This time it was rare for her to bring Iver and Lily with her... but perhaps because she came a little early, there were not many students in the cafeteria. Most people didn't even notice that Princess Highness was here.

And even the few students who saw them only looked at them curiously.

At most, I would just point and chat with my friends from a distance in some surprise.

No one reacted particularly loudly, and no one came to talk to me or Iver.

Nothing like last time.

This time Isabel has quietly prepared answers to various questions in his mind. It turned out to be completely useless.

Until they finished eating and left, no one sat next to them or talked to them.

This made Isabel feel a little dazed for a moment.

"... Is it that simple?"

"It's not difficult in the first place."

Iver, who was a little sleepy after eating, squinted his eyes and lay on the wheelchair to bask in the sun, and replied softly in a sleepy and light tone, "You are just scaring yourself.

"Besides, when someone strikes up a conversation when you are alone, and when someone strikes up a conversation with you, they are two completely different situations. And even if someone comes to ask questions, you can completely ignore them.

"Think about it this way - if a civilian sends a letter to Her Majesty the Queen, will Her Majesty the Queen reply?"

"... Grandma, she seems to really know how to do it."

Isabel replied quietly.

Iver was a little surprised. He straightened up and opened his eyes to look at Isabel: "Really?"

Isn't the old lady too busy? How many letters do you usually have to answer?

Isabel quickly added, "But not all letters will be answered..."

"Ah, that's the same thing."

Iver followed the words: "Just think of those people who are chatting with you as letters that Her Majesty the Queen doesn't want to reply to? If Your Majesty replies to all the letters, then she won't be able to do anything at all. Countless people will keep sending her letters... Then Queen won't become a reply machine?"

Isabel Think about it too.

But she was still a little unsure. "Then should I be polite and try to persuade him, or should I just yell back?"

"Then it depends on whether you perceive goodwill or malice from him. If he feels goodwill, just answer him openly and directly. Don't be afraid. People who say the wrong things will not die."

Iver said quietly, "Of course, even if the other person has no ill intentions, as long as you are unreasonable with him or simply hate him, you can also scold him directly.

"Even if you don't have the adaptability of Path of Authority, how dare he have the adaptability of Path of Transcendence?

"So. From the beginning, you don't need to have authoritative power. Because the rules of Avalon have been determined, and you just need to stick to them. You are the princess after all. Anyone who dares to disrespect you is disrespectful to the royal family; even the ministers dare not do things. Are those rude people more arrogant than the ministers?"

He was as persuasive as Fox: "You have to learn to be willful, Isabel. Her Majesty the Queen will only be happy for this. Even if those people on Path of Authority want to recognize you and help you, you have to give them a goal, right? If you don't let them do anything, then they will naturally feel confused.

"They're not afraid of complimenting you, they're afraid of complimenting you without knowing what you want."

"... I probably understand," Isabel thought for a long time, "but I'm still a little unsure. I don't know what level of 'willfulness' is right, what level is annoying, and what level is hated."

"I gradually gain experience with this kind of thing. "Iver replied casually.

"Then can I ask you?"

Isabel suddenly said, "You help me decide how I should treat them. I believe you won't lie to me."

... huh?

Iver was stunned for a moment.

Hearing this, he suddenly thought of Sherlock's evaluation of him during the last advancement ceremony.

——Bewitching the Lord.

Good guy, I'm not really going to confuse the Lord, am I? I always feel like a powerful minister or eunuch...

Isabel looked like she believed in herself so much that Iver even felt a little soft-hearted for a moment and was embarrassed to bully her again.

At the same time, he was somewhat afraid...

After all, he told a lot of lies. Regardless of the identity of "Fox" or the adaptability of Path of Transcendence, it is possible that he will not continue to lie in the future.

If she believed in her honesty and his lies were exposed...

Iver's expression was a little subtle, and he reminded me with some good intentions and some guilt, "It's best not to say things like 'Only you won't lie to me', as this will only increase people's pressure. Also, don't trust anyone 100%.

"Maybe I've lied to you too. I like lying very much - rather, lies are my tool. Sometimes they can be as sharp as the truth.

"Remember, don't trust anyone absolutely. At all times, keep your deepest secrets to yourself."

Iver's words are full of sincerity.

But Isabel clearly felt the kindness and sincerity of Iver, which made her have no real sense that "he likes to lie". But if what he said is true, then he is indeed a liar...

Like, like some kind of mathematical paradox...

This strange sense of contradiction made Isabel feel a little confused and didn't know what to do.

But the vague speculation in Isabel's heart became more and more real.

... It really looks like Mr. Fox.

In the dream... Isabel felt this feeling when he held his hand and pointed at the horrific corpse hanging from Gallows Square with only half its face left.

He has an enviable freedom and ease. And a bad intention that is not annoying.

——Dangerous but not fatal, and even good for the body.

Isabel has never felt this strange feeling from anyone else.

Then, a somewhat impulsive idea suddenly came into her mind.

Since Iver told me not to believe him, then I have to believe him.

This wasn't the little girl's rebellion - it was just something she suddenly figured out.

Are those ministers absolutely loyal to grandma? Don't they lie? Of course not.

Isabel has heard too many lies and witnessed too many dirty betrayals and conspiracies since he was a child. Maybe other girls in the capital would be obsessed with the purity of their friends, but she no longer cares about such trivial matters.

She could feel that Iver's heart was kind, and she was convinced that what Iver did would turn out to be good for her.

——Since both "motivation" and "behavior" are good, that is enough. The rest is Iver's secret, and she won't ask about it.

After all, she has her own little secret!

Don't want others to know. Even people close to you will lie to hide it.

... For example, the existence of "Mr. Fox".

Thinking of this, Isabel raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his mood became obviously happy.

Several people quickly returned to 14 Ronin Street.

Before Lily was about to open the door, Isabel stopped her.

"Wait a minute, let me do it!"

Isabel showed a proud smile and took out the key from his arms. He put the rope loop on his right index finger and twirled it briskly, humming softly and walked quickly from the two of them to the front.

"... You indeed left a copy of the key."

Iver is not surprising.

She deliberately took out the key, which seemed like a show off.

"This is my house after all."

Isabel opened the door and said with a smile, "Maybe one night I will make a surprise attack to see if you and Miss Lily have done anything bad."

As if to explain something, she added, "I came to see if it would stain my bed or something!"

Iver raised his eyebrows and did not answer. Just the fingers of his right hand flicked a few times unconsciously on the armrest of the wheelchair.

——She indeed remembered what Master Agnes said before.

But Lily noticed one detail. "His Highness's bed?"

"... Ah, actually I have never slept here, they are all clean beds."

Isabel quickly explained to Lily softly, "It's just that it belongs to me in name..."

As the extraordinary person of Path of Beauty, Isabel must have some control over appearance.

Isabel always feels that Iver's personal maid seems to be a bit similar to herself - at least the polite, silent and reserved feeling is very close. She felt that they might be the same kind of people, so she had a crush on the gentle and beautiful Lily. So I don't want the other party to misunderstand me.

But Isabel actually thinks Lily is very powerful.

Although she often stood quietly behind Iver, as silent as a shadow... But she could be distracted and pay attention to everything around her. When Iver wanted to stop or leave, he didn't even have to tell her what he wanted to do. Lily could directly understand what he meant and execute it calmly.

Lily is very beautiful in body, figure and appearance, just like a girl from a knight family. But when she stood behind Iver, it was easy not to notice her.

It's almost like the wheelchair is moving on its own.

This makes Isabel very envious.

What she lacks most is the ability to assess the situation - to know what she should do. This is the most difficult thing for her.

From this perspective, she is quite envious of Lily.

Isabel skillfully turned on the vinyl record player in the living room, allowing Iver, who was unable to move, to stay in the living room and listen to the music. Then he took Lily around the whole room with the excuse of "showing you the dormitory".

Although Royal Law University is in Red Queen District, not all buildings are red - for example, the exterior walls of this villa are silver-white. Reminiscent of the Silver and Tin Palace.

The overall color of this villa is champagne, with light brown furniture and light gray floor tiles, while the bedrooms have tan floor tiles and wooden furniture. Starting from the second floor, there are also transparent floor-to-ceiling glass windows. This kind of floor-to-ceiling glass window is almost always available in Avalon, mainly to facilitate the pick-up and drop-off of griffins.

The two girls chatted and walked through the three-story villa, which covered an area of more than 140 square meters and had a total of 22 rooms. From time to time, they could hear chuckles like silver bells from a distance.

Iver closed his eyes, lay quietly in the wheelchair, listened to melodious music, and fell asleep after a while.