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Her aphasia was a psychological problem, and Hillavir wasn't worried. He talked to her every day, often asking about her recent situation or telling her about political events he encountered, seeking her opinion.

"Correa, what do you think should be done about arranging for the refugees to enter the city?" Hillavir asked, sitting beside her with a troubled expression.

Correa tightened her grip on the small shovel. "Take it, accept it, but you have to screen it."

"Oh my god, Correa, you just spoke!" Hilavel looked at her in surprise, picked her up and spun her around a few times.

"That's wonderful! This makes me even happier than solving the refugee problem!"

Hiravel's smiling face was etched in Correa's mind, and it never faded even as the world changed.

With his help, Correa's speech became more fluent and she gradually became more cheerful. Hiraville began taking her out to visit the people.

Over the course of two years, he discovered that Correa was very talented. Not only was she exceptionally gifted in painting, but she also had unique insights into politics. He often exchanged ideas with Correa.

The two gradually developed feelings for each other and had twins the following summer, a boy and a girl.

The happiness before her eyes made Correa lower her guard, and she seemed to forget those dirty and filthy people and things.

But God always seemed to dislike her and couldn't stand to see her doing well.

Visayas has arrived.

He led his iron cavalry and conquered this land.

On the battlefield, some said he was immortal, impervious to swords and spears. Hillaviel was utterly powerless against him.

They moved the child overnight, entrusting a servant to help the child escape from the land.

Correa knew that Vesa had come for her, and that everything would be fine once she handed her over.

Hiraville held her hand and said solemnly, "I know, I know about your past with Vesa. But I am your husband, I love you, and I cannot abandon you."

The destruction of the country and the loss of your home have nothing to do with you, a woman. Visa's wolfish ambitions have nothing to do with you. Do not feel guilty or blame yourself.

As the ruler of this land, I have a duty to fight to the death for my people, but you cannot. You must live well, and share in my happiness forever.

Vesa was truly different from ordinary people; he was invulnerable to swords and spears, and immortal.

When Correa arrived, Hiraville was on her last breath.

Her tears flowed freely, and he tenderly wiped them away, but the blood on his hands smeared her face.

"Sorry, my hands are too dirty."

"It's not dirty, it's not dirty," Correa said, her eyes fixed on the man in her arms, oblivious to everyone else. "It's still as warm as ever."

Hiraville laughed, but even more blood welled up in his chest.

He said haltingly, "Correa...you remember...you are good. The slander of others...cannot smear...you. The prejudice of the world...will not overshadow...your brilliance. The harm of enemies...will not destroy...you. Your goodness is not...your fault."

Hiraville gradually cooled in Correa's arms.

Correa has gone mad.

After returning to Vesa's side, Correa picked up her poison skills, but she couldn't kill Vesa.

Visa has become a vampire.

She could no longer kill him.

Ultimately, Correa chose to commit suicide.

She slashed her own neck.

"But you didn't die," Changxi said, looking at her current state with certainty.

"Yes, I didn't die, but I turned into a monster that's neither human nor ghost." Correa withdrew her gaze and said, "This is a prison. Vesa made it impossible for me to leave, and I can't even die."

It wasn't just because of his twisted emotions, but also because of another ability I awakened after becoming a vampire—the ability to turn lead into gold.

[Waaah—so pitiful!]

【Why is Correa so miserable?!】

[When I heard stories like this before, I was only curious about their romantic affairs; I never thought about the female protagonist's situation.]

[You pervert!]

[A menace!]

【I*****】

"Visa, you ruined your life because of your desires and greed," Changxi said with pity in his eyes.

Koreya looked at Chang Xi; her amber eyes seemed to be watching over her like a god.

She inexplicably trusted Chang Xi, saying, "If you can break the seal here and let me leave, I will pay you a reward."

"It's a deal!" Chang Xi extended his hand.

"What does this mean?" Correa asked, puzzled.

Lu Wenli explained, "A high five means an agreement."

Correa understood, extended her hand, and clapped it with Chang Xi's hand, making a soft sound.

"Let's begin!" Chang Xi pulled some strange objects from her pocket and placed them on the ground. A red string was tied to her hand. She pricked her fingertip with a needle and dripped a drop of blood into the center of the formation. She formed hand seals and chanted, "The power of the talisman is boundless; if anyone dares to disobey, heavenly soldiers will ascend..."

Before Changxi Incantation was finished, a malevolent aura rushed towards her back.

"Master!"

Chang Xi ducked to avoid it, pushed off the ground, and somersaulted to Lu Wenli's side, shoving the red thread into his hand. "Don't let the red thread fall!"

Changxi summoned the Demon Slayer to meet the steward's attack.

Butler, oh no, Visa.

Wow, Vesa is amazing!

Those soldiers were less than a tenth of Vesa's!

[As expected of the big boss, incredibly powerful!]

Your Majesty is in grave danger!

With the Demon-Slaying Sword in hand, Changxi gave Vesa a command, and the vampires from before reappeared.

Shen Kongming surrounded Lu Wenli defensively, not letting the vampire get close to him at all.

Yan Feishuang and Huo Dongjun joined the battle, barely managing to handle these little vampires.

"You're the one who instigated Correa to leave me, you deserve to die!" Vesa glared fiercely at Chang Xi, wishing he could tear her to pieces, and his movements became even more ruthless.

"You're the one who deserves to die!" Chang Xi knocked Vesa away with a single sword strike, then threw the sword into the air.

"He's currently undergoing evolution, and his left eye is his Achilles' heel!" Correa called out loudly.

"Lin Bing Dou Zhe Jie Zhen Lie Qian Xing, Zhu!"

The demon-slaying swords transformed into several beams of light, flying towards Vesa.

With thousands of swords unleashed, Vesa was badly wounded and became increasingly enraged.

Anger is a powerful distraction, and Vesa gradually lost ground and suffered a series of defeats.

Chang Xi pressed his advantage, forming hand seals once more and saying, "Die, you dog!"

The long sword pierced his left eye.

The golden sword flew out and enveloped Vesa, who let out a painful scream.

The golden light exploded into golden dust in the next instant, and an extremely strong baleful aura rushed straight towards Chang Xi's face. Chang Xi had no time to react and hurriedly raised his sword to block, but was knocked over by the baleful aura.

She slid several meters on the ground before regaining her balance, a little bit of crimson blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

"Who are you?!"

Chang Xi gritted his teeth and looked up at the black-robed man next to Visa, the old man in black robes who had instigated the dean in T country.

[Oh my god, Chang Xi is injured!]

[I've never seen her injured before; this black-robed figure is simply incredible!]

In the world of metaphysics, is there anyone who can rival the Black Robe?

Damn it!

The Gu family father and son in the office breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this scene.

"Useless!" The man in black robes glanced down at the dying Vesa, then with a flick of his robes, the two vanished from the spot.