My queen is rebelling!

After Cohen and the other person left, Isabella closed the book and said:

“Check which warehouse ‘Insight’ is in and have them send it over in the next two days.”

Mr. Modo looked surprised, but still nodded and replied:

“Uh… okay, Miss.”

Modo hesitated for a moment and asked:

“Didn’t Miss have a lot of things she wanted to say to him earlier? Why didn’t you say them?”

Isabella did not answer. A golden light flashed, and she disappeared from the booth.

… …

Nefthys looked at the man walking in front of her, her gaze trying to penetrate the mask to see the man's face clearly.

After hesitating for a moment, she said softly:

“Doesn’t Sir think Miss Wenzer is angry with you?”

Nefthys sighed softly:

“Perhaps it is precisely because of this sentence that she is even more angry.”

Cohen pursed his lips slightly, shook his head, and said:

“Let’s not talk about this. Where are you taking me?”

Nefthys's eyebrows curved, appearing much more cheerful:

“It’s a manor in the suburbs. Sir, let’s go by carriage.”

“Okay.”

… …

A dark alley, exuding decay and coldness.

A dark-skinned coachman carefully walked into the alley and whispered towards a dilapidated courtyard door:

“Sir, there is news about the person you told us to pay attention to. Just now, one of my colleagues took him to the suburbs.”

A black-robed man with a silver mask slowly walked out. The coachman felt his breathing become difficult.

“Is he alone?”

The coachman carefully replied:

“Not really. There is also a young lady with him.”

The silver-masked man casually threw a few gold coins:

“Give me the address, and you can leave.”

… …

The manor was surrounded by lush forests, and sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of golden light.

Cohen pushed open the heavy wooden door, and a winding cobblestone path led to the depths of the manor.

The main part of the manor was an old Western-style villa. The white walls were slightly yellowed, making it look somewhat old.

The two walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

The tall French windows let in warm light, and Nefthys completely removed her veil, her slightly immature but still beautiful face reflecting a sacred and moving golden light.

The living room was spotless, showing that it was regularly cleaned.

Nefthys skillfully poured a cup of black tea for Cohen and said softly:

“Sir, this is where I have lived since I was a child.”

Cohen leaned back on the soft sofa, holding the teacup. The warm touch made him feel slightly tired. He smiled and said:

“It seems you have a story to tell me.”

Nefthys nodded slowly. Where should the story begin?

Let’s start with the war three hundred years ago that almost swept across the southern border of Effie.

Three hundred years ago, in the southern border of Effie, the Goblin Alliance rebelled.

A businessman who was good at speculation exhausted his family fortune to prepare military supplies for the king and sent his eldest son to serve in the army.

The businessman’s eldest son served as the marshal’s secretary.

After the war ended, merits were rewarded, and the businessman was granted the title of hereditary viscount.

From then on, people no longer called him “cunning profiteer” or “greedy speculator.”

Instead, they respectfully called him Viscount Dupont.

This is the origin of the Dupont family.

About fifty years ago, the then Viscount Dupont was a womanizer, having affairs everywhere, and his reputation was very bad.

He once had an illegitimate daughter, but when he was young, he was busy enjoying himself, and he basically ignored this illegitimate daughter.

Later, as he gradually grew old, perhaps out of a guilty conscience, the Viscount thought of his illegitimate daughter and wanted to bring her back to his side.

The illegitimate daughter certainly would not agree. She only had hatred in her heart for her womanizing father.

After a long back-and-forth tug-of-war, the two parties finally reached a compromise. The Viscount gave an estate and some real estate under his name to this illegitimate daughter.

The illegitimate daughter agreed to fulfill her daughter's obligations before the Viscount's death.

After the illegitimate daughter was brought back to the Dupont family, the old Viscount naturally spared no effort to cultivate her, sending her to a famous extraordinary academy.

The illegitimate daughter also encountered her own love there.

However, perhaps out of hatred for her father, she had a natural aversion and rejection of men.

So, the object of her admiration was her roommate, a beautiful and mysterious woman.

Unfortunately, this was destined to be unrequited love.

The illegitimate daughter's roommate bore very important responsibilities and missions, and she could not respond to this love that was not tolerated by the world.

Until graduation, after the two spent a wonderful night together, they went their separate ways.

From then on, the illegitimate daughter also deeply buried this feeling in her heart and lived alone in the manor that her father had left her.

Until one day later, her roommate found her covered in serious injuries, bringing a four- or five-year-old girl, hoping that she could take care of her.

It was also at that time that the roommate revealed her family background and the mission she was carrying to the illegitimate daughter.

The illegitimate daughter was initially very shocked, but later could not bear to refuse her lover's earnest request.

The roommate quickly died from her serious injuries, and that little girl became the illegitimate daughter's adopted daughter.

In fact, after the old Viscount passed away, the illegitimate daughter's relationship with the new Viscount was average, and she rarely interacted with the Dupont family.

But in order to give her lover's daughter a good growth environment, the illegitimate daughter reconnected with the Dupont family.

And that little girl also tested positive for a warlock qualification that was one in ten thousand.

This was a very cost-effective deal for the Dupont family, who were good at investing.

So, the relationship between the two families became closer again.

Until a few years ago, perhaps because she suffered a blow from her lover's death, or perhaps because she was sick from missing her, this illegitimate daughter also passed away.

That little girl gradually grew up, showing amazing charm.

The heir of the Dupont family took a fancy to the little girl, and coupled with the girl's outstanding warlock talent, he begged the Viscountess to forcibly arrange a marriage with her.

The little girl was of course unwilling, but she was alone and had no way to resist the huge Dupont family, so she kept dragging it on.

The story ends here.

Nefthys sighed deeply and said:

“I believe Sir has already guessed that the little girl in the story is me, the illegitimate daughter is Aunt Morton who raised me, and her roommate is my biological mother.”

Cohen looked surprised, never expecting that Nefthys's life experience would involve such a moving and great love.

He stared at Nefthys with a strange expression, thinking, you wouldn't have been turned gay by your adoptive mother too, that would be too much of a loss.

Nefthys was a little embarrassed by Cohen's gaze and asked:

“Does Sir have any questions?”

Cohen blurted out:

“Isn’t it because you have the same psychology as your adoptive mother that you rejected Bogus Dupont?”

Nefthys was stunned for a moment, and then her cheeks flushed red, both ashamed and angry:

“Sir, you… what are you thinking? I… how could I…”

Cohen smiled sheepishly and said:

“I’m sorry, please continue. What help do you need from me?”

Nefthys gave Cohen a charming look and said softly:

“Before Aunt Morton passed away, some of her belongings were left in the Dupont family. There are some memories about… about her and my mother in there. I want to get those things back.

Also, now that I have clearly denied the marriage contract today, they will definitely not give up and may even use some unconventional forces to coerce me… I joined the [Temple of Battle] before in order to protect myself.

It was fine before, but recently the situation has changed. The younger brother of the Dupont family patriarch, Bogus’s uncle, has climbed up to a high official in Florence.

Even the [Temple of Battle] is unwilling to offend them, after all, I am just a prospective saintess.

I see that Sir has dealings with some big shots, and I was wondering if Sir could use his influence to help me settle this marriage contract and get back Aunt Morton’s belongings.”

Cohen smiled softly and said:

“I thought it was something else. This matter is easy to handle. After I’m done with this, I will personally go to the Dupont family to get justice for you!”

Nefthys quickly said:

“There’s no need to go to so much trouble, just don’t let them go too far.

I heard that Bogus’s uncle has climbed up to a very, very big official.”

Nefthys’s voice became smaller and smaller.

Cohen smiled softly:

“Beautiful Miss, I assure you, you can rest assured, his official position will definitely not be greater than mine!”