Our family is in decline

Although she is now in a state of desolation, she is a princess no matter what, and her existence affects the situation of the empire.

Whether it is the emperor or the rebels, the two major forces in the empire are now fighting overtly and covertly to compete for themselves.

But why did he, a princess, compare himself to an ant in front of a little lord like him?

Such naked words are insulting to a person who thinks he is important!

Complex emotions rolled inside Sophia's heart, gradually eroding her consciousness.

Sophia's consciousness is being tested...

But Lance didn't care at all about her feelings and continued to emphasize the concept.

"Just like now, if you didn't insist on coming to the door, I wouldn't bother to care about you at all. Don't take yourself too seriously."

"You don't understand... you don't understand..." Sophia finally collapsed, lowered her head, and said to herself in a trembling voice.

No matter how strong your heart is, you can't bear the pressure of Lance's step-by-step advancement.

What was more terrifying than hatred was ignorance. She felt like she was like an ant in front of Lance, and she felt insurmountable fear just by looking at him.

When the emotion brewed, he suddenly raised his head, revealing his face with tears falling uncontrollably, and cried to Lance, "Do you think I want this? You have no idea what I've been through!"

"I understand you. You are insecure because of these encounters, and your feelings are hypocritical in your opinion, but people always need something to support themselves.

So you blame all these things on power, thinking that your giving up back then caused these things to happen, and therefore you have a desire for power.

Your obsession with power has reached a very extreme level, because this is your reason for living. "

Lance didn't have any unnecessary emotions because of her reaction, but followed her words and began to analyze her psychology.

From her self-reported experience, Lance could probably guess that her choice to give in when facing the throne was an important choice she made, and it was also the turning point of everything.

But it was that time when he gave up power that he received not family affection but suspicion and hatred. As the situation worsened, he was even imprisoned and assassinated.

That feeling of powerlessness deeply affected her, and the knight's death could also be a turning point.

When the last person she could trust disappeared, she began to distrust so-called feelings. At the same time, this encounter also gave her an almost perverted obsession with power.

Start to enjoy the pleasure of controlling others, and quietly enjoy the superiority hidden behind the scenes.

This can be seen from the way she took control of the clubhouse in Bastia and then worked her way up.

After coming to Hamlet, he began to look for connections and tried to get involved in various affairs.

To put it simply, she lacks a sense of security. No emotion is of any use, and some external objects cannot shake her will. Only power can satisfy her.

But she was also unlucky. If it were an ordinary territory, she would have succeeded long ago.

But when he was about to reach the top in Bastia, he was beaten by a group of eagles on the way and fled in panic.

He had just started to make some progress in Hamlet, but who knew that Lance saw through it and was transferred to the winery to sit on the bench.

After suffering continuous blows, I guess I couldn't bear it anymore, so I came to him late at night, hoping to find some relationship.

After all, even Greendale didn't know that she had been tricked, and she was confident that she could walk in front of Lance.

It's a pity that Lance didn't listen to her at all, and unceremoniously revealed her heart that was eroded by power.

"Because you have lost other emotions and your own strength is not enough to bring enough security, you think everyone is a threat, and they have other intentions for your good.

Only power, or the desire to control, can make you feel that you control the other person, remove the threat, and alleviate your anxiety a little. "

There was nothing pretentious about Lance's words, and his tone was very normal. There was nothing sinister about it, he was simply analyzing one thing.

Sophia also didn't expect that one day she would get to know herself again through others, and she didn't even notice some angles.

It wasn't until I heard what he said that I suddenly realized that that was the case.

At this moment, Sophia's remaining hostility towards Lance disappeared, because he really understood me!

"Yes, that's it...that's right..."

Sophia kept emphasizing in tears that she urgently needed to find recognition.

But when Lance saw her like this, he still shook his head slowly, with a look of disappointment on his face.

He understands Sophia, but who understands him? There are not many people who come to Hamlet who are normal. They have some problems with them. If this continues, I will almost become a psychiatrist.

"To a certain extent, you are indeed pitiful, but that is not the reason for you to hurt others."

Lance did not give her the sense of recognition she wanted, but instead further cut off her excuse to escape. Suffering is no excuse, and Hamlet has many victims.

"But I'm scared! I'm really scared! You know, you should understand me." Sophia couldn't help but get closer and grab Lance's arm and shake it.

"Ha! Funny." Lance finally couldn't help but sneered, raised his hand to push away the stubborn Sophia, and asked with a contemptuous attitude: "I let you go several times, and I never restricted your actions. Even knowing your identity is the same.

Now you tell me you don't feel safe? Where is Hamlet unsafe? Ambition is ambition, and I feel ashamed for you when you say this. "

Sophia couldn't help but froze after being pushed away. The indescribable emotion surged into her heart, and she even forgot its name was shame.

"You feel that other people's feelings are hypocritical. Have you ever thought that this is your own fault?

Feelings are mutual. When you treat them with hypocrisy, don't think they are sincere to you.

Do you know what's wrong? "

Lance opened his mouth to wake him up. The moment Sophia raised her head to meet those eyes, she felt like an ant looking up at a giant. She suddenly felt humble and insignificant in her heart, and she nodded involuntarily.

"Then put down the disguise and truly confess your crimes to me." Lance opened his hands slightly, his expression became neither sad nor happy, like a god.

The words in his mouth seemed to have irresistible power, but it was difficult for Sophia, who was distracted, to notice it. In an instant, she fell to her knees in front of Lance and cried loudly.

This was not at all the petty fight where he gritted his teeth and shed a few lines of tears, but a real out-of-control situation.

Clutching Lance's trouser legs, his face was distorted, tears were pouring out uncontrollably, and his hoarse cries were mixed with vague words.

"Wow! I was wrong...I was wrong..."

Seeing her like that, Lance didn't react much, and there was even a bit of indifference in his calmness.

Lance was sure that Sophia's goal was to control Hamlet and hide behind him in a silent way.

It is not him who is seductive, but power and strength.

But...who do you want to control? Sister~

Lance's mastery of [Charming Voice] was only used on inhuman objects such as enemies and wolves, and he did not control other people through this ability.

Because Lance himself had experienced that feeling. One second he was a mermaid, but the next second he was an ugly siren. That kind of impact meant that once the charm failed, it would bring about a strong emptiness.

What's more, he doesn't need to gain loyalty in this way.

But Sophia insisted on hitting his hand, forcing him to take action.

As the saying goes, attack the city first and attack the heart first. Killing is the lowest way to solve the problem, which means you cannot control the situation.

And Lance had complete control of the situation from the beginning, when she stepped into the room.

That charming voice constantly affected her in an imperceptible way, otherwise how could such a wary person tell him the truth.

Several times she tried to escape, but was intercepted by Lance. Her little moves were really ridiculous in Lance's eyes.

His sanity was eroded step by step, and now it was completely lost, falling at his feet.

You regard all people as toys that can be used, but have you ever thought that you are also my toy?

Finally, compassion appeared on Lance's face, he leaned down and wiped the tears from her face, and his calm but steady voice sounded in her ears.

“In Hamlet you will find redemption.”

Sophia instinctively grabbed Lance's outstretched hand and cried as if she had found a life-saving straw.

"I'm really scared. They're going to catch me, they're going to kill me..."

Lance did not avoid this as before, but instead comforted him.

"I understand, I understand... But everything has passed. You are safe here..."

As Lance spoke, Sophia's crying gradually weakened until only slight sobbing remained, because she had fallen asleep as if she had lost all strength from crying.

Lance wouldn't let her continue crying. He didn't have much time to play with her, so he made some small moves to make her sleep.

Picking her up, I have to say that Sophia is still very confident, with a well-shaped figure, and you can feel the tenderness of the skin through a layer of gauze, and the soft touch is beyond words.

The chest in front of her body is definitely not as good as Amanda's, but it is plump and round. The water stains just now are not dry, and even the eyes are drawn into it when it sticks to the clothes.

The pear blossoms seemed to have a different charm after the rain, which made Lance a little interested.

What does a princess taste like...

But Lance quickly suppressed the strangeness and put her back on the chair.

It's off-duty time now, and it's impossible to work overtime.

The more important point is that the hypnosis of Sophia has not been completed yet, and he cannot ruin the plan just because of impulse.

One of the big reasons why Lance kept Sophia was that he wanted to get the path of being a perfumer.

And he wanted Sophia to hand it over to him willingly, which would save a lot of trouble. After all, Lance knew how weird the inheritance of those extraordinary people was.

No one knows what inexplicable curse she added or changed the ritual.

This is part of the plan.

"Boudica!"

Lance called outside, and he could clearly hear some noise coming from outside. Soon the door was pushed open, and Boudica didn't dare to come in directly, so she looked over.

"Hehe! Boss, you called me..."

"What are you doing squatting outside at night when you don't go to bed?" Lance wanted to laugh when he saw her like that. It must have been that Sophia cried too loudly just now and alarmed her, so what's going on with just squatting in the corner?

"It's all her fault for waking up with howling ghosts and wolves. I thought about it and came over to take a look." Boudica walked in, probably seeing that Lance was not angry, and directly covered Sophia with the pot.

But she soon discovered the wine bottle on the table and quickly approached it.

"Why don't you call me when you're drinking? The boss eats alone!"

"I didn't touch a drop. This was what she drank." Lance was speechless. "Besides, I'm doing business, why did I ask you to come here?"

"This guy is so mean!" Boudica glanced at the disheveled Sophia lying beside her. She screamed so loudly just now. What was she doing?

"Boss, I can push your ass."

"Get out!" Lance's blood pressure skyrocketed. He had not broken through the battle of wits and courage with Sophia just now, so he just gave her a break.

"What the hell, just get out." Boudica curled her lips, reached for the wine bottle and ran out.

Just leave, and you must catch that bottle of wine.

Lance was already simmering with anger, and this just added fuel to the fire.

Sometimes greed has its price.

"You like to push your butt, don't you? I want to see who is the worst." Lance walked out of the room slowly. Someone was destined to be unlucky tonight.

…………

The pier of Hamlet's port has already begun to be busy, and the fishermen returning from the sea are reflected under the torches.

The sea has been calm these past few days, and the superstitious crew members are happy that the unspeakable and terrifying demon will no longer harass them.

At the same time, he also worshiped the lord even more.

Because it was the lord who drove away those monsters, and it was also because of the lord's policy support that they did not fall into despair when the disaster struck.

Otherwise, according to the situation in previous years, those debt collectors would have taken away everything from them, and it would not be surprising to sell their children and daughters.

If God is false, then the Lord is the "true God" who truly makes them feel protected.

At this time, Susan appeared in the dock market, but her slightly depressed look showed that she was not in good spirits.

As for the reason... don't mention it, I couldn't sleep peacefully because of howling and crying all night long.

But work still had to be done. Before dawn, Susan had already started preparing ingredients to prepare breakfast for the lord.

In fact, if you want to know whether Lance is in the town, probably no one knows better than these fishermen.

Because Susan the housekeeper would come out to purchase more ingredients when the lord was there, a very magical scene appeared on the pier.

"My family has the biggest one!"

"My family is the fattest!"

"My strongest!"

Originally it was because it was relatively cheap, but somehow it became known that the lord liked to eat crabs and prawns.

Fishermen all know that September to November is the best time to eat crabs. During this period, all the crabs are full of fat, and these fishermen want to offer the most plump crabs to the lord.

Thanks to [Renpuppet02] for the 500 reward.