The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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suddenly,

Helena's pretty face suddenly curved into a sweet smile.

She twirled gently, her skirt billowing, her ribbons and cascading hair briefly swirling in the air. Her waist was slender, like a fairy fluttering among the flowers.

She is truly beautiful, like a white moonlight.

Perhaps, she will be his ideal woman.

Leon thought to himself.

Helena paused, then moved a little closer to Leon.

"I'm very pretty, aren't I?"

Helena asked.

After saying that, she stared at Leon with a childlike stubbornness, as if she would remain in this stalemate until Leon gave her an answer.

Leon nodded slightly.

"I do not believe."

Helena said lightly.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it."

she repeated.

"If I'm really that beautiful, why couldn't I keep you?"

Helena's tone suddenly became excited.

"You said you would marry me."

You said you would never live alone even if you lost me.

"You also said you would go with me to see the most beautiful scenery in the world."

"You know what? I actually believed everything you said! I believed it all!"

"Am I stupid? You must have been secretly laughing at me for being stupid all along, right?"

Helena suddenly squatted down, her queen-like domineering aura vanished instantly. She wrapped her arms around her knees, rested her chin on them, and curled up, looking like a small, homeless stray cat caught in the rain.

Helena originally wanted to question Leon like a queen, but when she was actually in front of Leon, she was brought back to reality. She found that she was not as strong as she had imagined.

So cruel.

He was cruel to Leon's heartlessness.

He hates Leon's hypocrisy.

But she hated herself even more for being so stupid, so stupid as to believe that there really was such tenderness that belonged to her.

So, does she already know everything?

That's true. When the Hebrews were killed, it's impossible that they didn't reveal something.

Her own lies were actually very easy to expose. All she had to do was confront someone working in the prince's palace, and the fragile illusion would crumble on its own.

Leon had long anticipated this day.

But seeing Helena so sad, he suddenly felt a pang of heartache. He wanted to hug her without hesitation, but he couldn't. Even without restraint, he couldn't. He felt so hypocritical and unworthy of her.

Perhaps I was wrong to let the plot unfold and ultimately make her an invincible demon king; that would have been the right thing to do.

As for my own unexpected situation, it should have ended long ago.

Chapter Thirteen: Confession

Helena squatted on the ground.

Leon was restrained in the chair.

Helena remained silent.

Leon was unable to speak.

The two of them just remained silent.

Finally, Helena stood up.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, her beautiful rose-red pupils misty with rain, she bit her sexy lower lip, and her two small pink fists pressed against her legs and arms were clenched until they turned white.

Finally, she took a deep breath, opened her fists, and relaxed her tense body.

In just a few seconds, she seemed to have made an extremely important decision.

"I'm sorry, Leon. I didn't mean for this to happen, but I really like you. Even though I know you lied to me, I still like you a lot. I feel like I can't live without you anymore."

Helena stared intently at Leon's face, as if trying to memorize every single detail.

Then, a slender lightsaber appeared in her hand.

"Perhaps only in this way can I get rid of all the lies and keep you by my side forever."

Helena walked gracefully toward Leon with a smile on her face.

Leon doesn't like himself.

This is something Helena cannot accept.

In order to prevent Leon from leaving her and being with the person he loves, Helena thinks it would be better if Leon died.

Anyway, if it's Leon,

She would like it even if it wasn't alive.

The tip of the sword pressed against Leon's chest.

To Helena's surprise, Leon didn't struggle; he remained seated quietly, watching her silently.

His sky-blue eyes showed none of the cunning expected of a shrewd and cunning schemer.

The way he looked at him was so affectionate, full of doting, as if it wouldn't matter if he really killed him, and that he could tolerate all his willfulness.

Helena's breathing became rapid.

She was a little shaken.

She wondered if Hebrew and Bancroft had deceived her, and that Leon was the real one!

I was deceived.

But if you think about it for a moment, you'll realize that Bancroft and his group are the real ones, while Leon's side is full of loopholes.

Yes,

That's right!

He must be deceiving himself!

He's still deceiving himself!

He's acting, he's acting... he's acting!

The lightsaber tip penetrated deeper and deeper, and the white shirt covering Leon's chest began to change color, turning red. The red color spread downwards along the tip of the sword under the guidance of gravity, like an upside-down flower.

As a divine weapon, the Naga Lightsaber is naturally top-notch in sharpness. With just a little more force, Helena could easily pierce Leon's heart, and even the back of the chair behind his heart, pinning Leon to the chair with a sense of judgment.

But Helena stopped.

Her hands trembled, and she was breathing rapidly.

She saw that Leon was crying.

If in the past he was simply lusting after Helena's body, and his kindness towards her was merely to save his own life...

Now, Leon is absolutely certain that he likes Helena.

But looking at Helena, who was still heading towards extremes, Leon suddenly felt inexplicably sad.

Helena didn't understand why he was crying.

Is it because you're afraid of dying?

But he showed absolutely no fear when facing the lightsaber.

Why did he cry?

This was the first time Helena had ever seen Leon cry.

She forgot that Leon was a person too, and she wasn't the only one who cried.

Helena, who originally didn't intend to give Leon any chance to argue, suddenly had the idea of ​​letting him argue, and then pretending to believe him and letting him go.

No, we can't let him get away with this!

Perhaps listening to his excuses would make me even angrier, and that anger would replace my sadness, making me feel less miserable.

Thinking this, Helena turned her lightsaber and slashed down at Leon's abdomen. The sword strike was incredibly fast and clean, cleaving through the ropes binding Leon. Leon only felt the rustling of the wind; he couldn't even catch a glimpse of the sword.

Such a rapid strike did not injure him in the slightest, but precisely severed the entangled ropes.

This surprised Leon. Unbeknownst to him, the weak Helena had grown into a powerful and arrogant woman. With her current swordsmanship, even a swordsman in his prime would not be able to defeat her.

However, this astonishment was only temporary, and it was replaced by confusion.

Leon was puzzled as to why Helena suddenly cut the ropes binding her.

Does she mean she's going to let me go?

The rope had been cut. Leon moved slightly, and the rope, like a severed snake, slid limply to the ground.

Leon quickly stood up and reached out to take the black stockings out of his mouth.

Without the black stockings blocking his way, Leon felt his breathing become much easier, and his body felt lighter than ever before.

It seems that those gentlemen in the book reviews who only know how to be lewd all day long, talking about how comfortable it is to put black stockings in their mouths, are simply talking nonsense!

"Helena, misunderstandings need to be cleared up. I hope we can calm down and talk."

After taking several deep breaths, Leon tried to calm himself down.

No, there's no need to talk about it.

Helena stood proudly. "I only have a few questions for you, and I hope you can answer them seriously."

When Leon suggested they talk, Helena suddenly felt a surge of anger. Although she couldn't bring herself to be ruthless, she realized she really didn't want to listen to this despicable man's excuses.

"okay."

Leon nodded solemnly.

"You were the mastermind behind the plan to imprison me and control me with drugs, weren't you?"

Helena asked.

"Yes, the mastermind is Leon."

Leon answered.

"You knew all along that I was back to my senses. You were just pretending those past few days, weren't you?"

Helena continued to ask.

"Is such that."

Leon answered.

"You knew I would sneak into your room to look at the map, so you deliberately placed your forged diary on top of the map?"

"Yes, that's true."

"So you already discovered that I can steal all the abilities of the person being healed?"

"Yes."

"After realizing the terror of this ability, you changed your initial idea of ​​using me as a healing tool. You deliberately helped me escape, hoping that I could grow stronger."

"That's right, I hope you can grow up quickly."

"So you deliberately created the illusion that you loved me, used the diary to divert my hatred for you, and then treated me unconditionally well, constantly putting on an act for me, all to make me fall in love with you, so that I would become a sharp blade for you to use—so you've been acting all along, loving me and all that, it's all fake!"

Helena asked angrily, her chest heaving with emotion.