Chapter 86 Sheryl's Conspiracy (1)
The world is divided into two sides, light and shadow. There must be shadow under the light.
Illya and Arya are like an independent little world, but there are also unknown dark corners.
If you keep walking along this dark alley, you will find an entrance deep underground.
There, there is a bustling street located underground.
Although it is bustling, there are many shady shops here.
Bars and casinos that don't comply with Illya's rules and the laws of the empire, where anything can be sold, or black markets that exchange cash for credits, pharmacies that provide illegal alchemical drugs and narcotics, and red-light shops and gigolos where you can buy any service as long as you are willing to spend money...
As long as it is entertainment that the nobles of the empire would secretly engage in, it can be found here.
Arriving at the door of the target bar, Curitis---Cheryl took off her hood and walked into the store.
"welcome……"
The bartender was a bald middle-aged man.
He spoke without any welcome intention while wiping the glass in his hand carelessly.
"Excuse me, I'm here to look for someone."
The bartender didn't respond, so Sheryl took it as permission to enter the store.
In a dark corner of the bar, she found the purpose of her trip.
Lucius was drunk, lying on the table and talking nonsense.
The smell of alcohol and sourness mixed together on Lucius' body made Cheryl frown.
(Ah~ I wonder if this guy can have a good conversation with me next time.)
Cheryl felt a little troubled. She took out a magic device about the size of a lipstick from her arms and fiddled with the silver-white roller on it twice.
If Lucius couldn't have a good conversation, she planned to use this thing to sober him up instantly.
As for the side effects and the burden on the body, Cheryl would never consider them for Lucius.
"Oh, isn't this the second-year student, Lucius V. Hallward? What are you doing here, drinking alone?"
She walked forward and started talking.
"Who are you...? If you have nothing to do, just get out of here!"
Lucius responded drunkenly, waving Cheryl away in annoyance.
"Well, although I don't intend to preach to anyone, it would be better for you to be more moderate. If you drink so much, your body will not be able to bear it."
Cheryl fiddled with the prop in her hand calmly.
“Guaaa! That… you, you are…”
Lucius covered his head and groaned in pain for a few seconds before gradually regaining consciousness.
He looked at Sheryl beside him and asked.
"I am Curtis E. Guy, the eldest son and heir of Earl Guy's family. It's a pleasure to meet you, Senior Holwar."
Cheryl bowed slightly and sat down opposite Lucius without asking for his permission.
This made Lucius very unhappy.
"Why... did you come to see me? And, were you the one who woke me up just now?"
He asked unhappily.
Because he suddenly woke up from a drunken state, Lucius's consciousness should be very confused now.
He seemed to think that he had fallen asleep due to drunkenness and was woken up by Cheryl.
"In fact, I also watched the duel between you and Elect. It was really not an elegant duel at all. It was really unworthy of the honor of the imperial nobility. Don't you think so?"
Cheryl said with a smile without answering Lucius' question.
"You...are you here to pick a fight with me on purpose? Be careful or I'll make you pay for it! This isn't Illya or Aaliyah's territory, so even if something happens, no one will know."
Lucius recalled the scene, his expression twisted with anger and humiliation.
He hinted to Sheryl that if she dared to make trouble, he would definitely teach her a lesson mercilessly.
"Eh?! I think you misunderstood. I am on your side."
Cheryl acted as if she was extremely surprised and explained to Lucius in a panic.
"I really think that it is a disgrace to the Imperial nobility that Mr. Elect behaved so rudely during a glorious noble duel."
"Damn it... That's right, that bastard clearly used despicable means in the duel. Not only did he not use the puppet for attack and defense, he also acted so rudely that he destroyed my puppet..."
Lucius made a vicious sound, as if trying to vent his resentment.
"Yes, I feel sorry for you, too, Senior Holhua. Classmate Elect is not worthy of Senior Rose."
(Although you, a disgusting fellow, are worse than him.)
Cheryl said flatteringly, following Lucius's thoughts.
It would be best if Lucius and Alfred died together, so that Rose could be freed from the constraints of the Elect family and would not have to be entangled by such a scumbag and pervert.
Of course, Sheryl didn't intend to say such sincere words.
"That bastard, he doesn't deserve to stay with Senior Rose, he doesn't deserve it at all! That kind of rude trash is actually Senior Rose's fiancé, I can't agree with it, I will never accept it!"
Perhaps feeling that he had been recognized, Lucius grabbed the wine glass beside him and shouted.
After drinking the wine in the glass, he smashed the glass on the table with all his strength, making a very loud noise.
The bartender simply glanced at where the two were and continued to do his own thing in silence.
"That's true. I don't think that a rude man like Electo is worthy of the excellent and beautiful Rose."
After making sure that no one else was paying attention to her, Cheryl agreed with Lucius and took out a magic ball from her arms.
"this is?"
Lucius raised his eyebrows and asked when he saw Cheryl put the puppet ball in front of her.
He was obviously interested in this thing.
"An evil flying dragon of A+ rarity, rank 11. Senior Holhua, you also think this is a very good puppet, right? And this..."
Cheryl then took out a silver ring from her bosom and placed it next to the magic ball.
"This ring is called the Soul-Bite Ring. It can greatly enhance the basic parameters of a designated puppet by devouring the magic core of the monster. It also has a chance to allow the puppet to acquire the skills possessed by the original owners of those magic cores."
Cheryl smiled and continued.
"If they were here, Senior Holhua would definitely not lose to that Elect, right?"