Chapter 310: 075 – Izlandi’s Trauma
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Izlandi returned to her room and let out a sigh
This plan required her to convince everyone that she accepted her fate of becoming a concubine, and the news had to travel fast.
She was certain that Stanley would blab on about her visit to whoever he met, it was simply in his nature to toy with her for his own amusement, and sharing the story about how his beautiful sister, asked for lessons from whores, would be a story that he'd find himself incapable of keeping to himself.
With that, the news of her excepting her fate would spread, but that was just the beginning of the plan.
It truly took all her willpower to go through with the first part, she still remembered that moment when Stanley touched her vividly.
She almost blackout when his filthy hand, which had just been on another woman, caressed her shoulder.
The feeling was like a million spiders crawling all over her body and sent cold shivers throughout every fibre of her being, she still marveled at herself for not having a fit at that moment.
'Maybe it's because I've killed people, maybe that's why I wasn't as afraid as I used to be, and maybe if I kill more people the fear will all go away, maybe I'll reach a point where I can kill anyone that tries to take advantage of me, then I won't have to fear anyone,' she thought with a wild light filling her two green eyes.
Izlandi walked up to her dresser and pulled the drawer open, her eyes instantly landed on the capsule and she placed it in her palm, 'Tomorrow, I'll get rid of that little beast!' she thought and gently caressed the poisonous capsule in her palm like it was a treasure.
---
That night Izlandi dreamt of a day from a long time ago.
It was just a week before her thirteenth birthday.
At the time she was just a typical princess-type girl, everyone adored her for her beauty, but no one dared come too close for fear of earning the Lord's wrath.
She had everything she could have asked for, she cared little for cultivation because she knew that one day she would be married to an important noble who would treat her like a princess or so she was always told.
It was on that day that she learned a valuable lesson as she returned to her room from her sewing lesson.
As she walked through the corridors of the keep she was planning to return to her room, but when she reached her room she found Cornick sitting and waiting at her door with his disgusting smile spreading across his face.
"What do you want Cornick?" she asked in a haughty tone, even back then she didn't like her younger brother much, he was just a year younger than her, and he always tried to do things to get her attention.
"I found where father is hiding your birthday present," he said with a smug smile knowing that her birthday was just a week away.
Izlandi's eye widened with excitement when she thought about what her birthday present might be, 'Hopefully it's something pretty,' she thought, she was tempted to ask him where it was, but she felt like it would be better not to spoil the surprise.
She shook her head, "I think I'll wait for father to give it to me," she said proudly.
"Are you sure?" Cornick asked with a crooked smile, "It's super big and fun, it's got to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he said in an exaggerated manner, yet it worked all the same.
When Izlandi heard that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, she couldn't deny the voice in her head, and happily followed after him as he guided her through the keep to an area that very few people ever visited.
When Cornick came to a stop at an empty courtyard, she looked around for the gift but there was nothing to be seen, "Where is it Cornick?" she asked innocently with her eyes still scanning the area for the gift.
Then suddenly she felt a knock on her chest, and before she realized it she was lying on the ground barely able to breathe, her eyes widened as she saw Cornick reaching out with his hands.
Back then she was not a cultivator, she was just an ordinary girl and she was powerless underneath him as he ripped of her clothes and pressed himself on her body.
---
The next day Izlandi woke with a start, the images of the dream still vividly playing in her head, she got lucky on that day her uncle overheard her screams and managed to save her at the last moment.
But it was also the day that she changed, she no longer wanted to be powerless and began her journey as a cultivator.
Ever since then she hated that little beast, because the event wasn't seen by anyone other than her uncle, her father didn't even give him a punishment since everyone believed that he was as talented as Stanley at the time.
In fact, shortly after that, her father bought Cornick his first whore, for him to vent his lust on.
As Izlandi climbed out of bed she remembered it was the day that the memorial was to be held for all those who died at the feast.
In total 60 novices died, there were several others that were found to have died the day after the poisoning, it was those who left the party a little early, the total deaths of novices amounted to almost 10% of House Kurt's elite forces.
Izlandi got out of bed when her maids entered in the morning, serving her breakfast that was completely cold, but it couldn't be helped.
After the poisoning, every dish and drink was carefully examined and no one could find a single trace of any poison, so all the food since then was given to the servants to taste first, and if nothing happened to them after an hour the food was declared safe to eat.
Izlandi opened her palm and focused on creating the ruins for fire, a couple of seconds later the ruins created a ball of flame in her hand and she held it under the silver plate to warm up her food.
She sighed as she thought of the day when Lirian made the poison capsules, his mastery over flames was godlike in her eyes, she had never seen anyone use flames so flexibly, what she struggled even harder to understand was that Lirian didn't even use ruins to perform his spells.
They were done instantly, whereas she had to concentrate for several seconds just to create a simple ball of flames.
Just before Izlandi could pick up the first bite of her food, the head maid picked up a piece of each item and ate them one after the other.
"A secondary poison test!?" Izlandi asked with annoyance.
"It's the Lords orders," the head maid answered.
Izlandi sighed as she plucked at her food without caring to wait, after all, she knew better than everyone that her food was not poisoned since she was the one who did the poisoning.
When she was finished eating the head maid walked into her closet and pulled out all her black dresses, "My lady which one would you like to wear to the memorial?" her head maid asked after sorting through them and selecting the three most beautiful ones.
"Bring out one of my corsets first," Izlandi said taking the head maid by surprise, she wasn't a big fan of corsets since they were so tight and made it hard to breathe, but last night the escort's first piece of advice was for her to wear corsets as much as possible.
The first rule of seduction is to make the person you're seducing feel extremely aroused in your presence, and a corset helped a lot in that area.
The corset helped women develop an hourglass figure by thinning the waist and extenuating the other curves of a woman.
Izlandi always shied away from such things, while she did find them stuffy that was not the reason she avoided them, it was because she knew that it would only bring her the attention of the men in her family and she couldn't stand their disgusting gazes.
Soon she found herself standing before a large mirror, and holding firmly onto a rail as her head maid pulled on the strings of the corset to make it wrap tightly around her body.
She found herself continuously looking at her chest area as the corset was being tightened, she was extremely aware of her small chest, it was actually very typical of elven woman or any woman with even a trace of elven blood.
While the elven race was known for their elegant beauty, unfortunately when it came to curvy bodies they sincerely lacked.
As she looked at the area of the corset her dress was supposed to fill out a sudden thought struck her, 'I wonder if he likes women with bigger boobs,' an image of Lirian flashed across her mind.
Her face instantly flushed slightly, 'That's so stupid,' she thought to herself, 'His blind I doubt that he cares about breast size.'
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Izlandi returned to her room and let out a sigh
This plan required her to convince everyone that she accepted her fate of becoming a concubine, and the news had to travel fast.
She was certain that Stanley would blab on about her visit to whoever he met, it was simply in his nature to toy with her for his own amusement, and sharing the story about how his beautiful sister, asked for lessons from whores, would be a story that he'd find himself incapable of keeping to himself.
With that, the news of her excepting her fate would spread, but that was just the beginning of the plan.
It truly took all her willpower to go through with the first part, she still remembered that moment when Stanley touched her vividly.
She almost blackout when his filthy hand, which had just been on another woman, caressed her shoulder.
The feeling was like a million spiders crawling all over her body and sent cold shivers throughout every fibre of her being, she still marveled at herself for not having a fit at that moment.
'Maybe it's because I've killed people, maybe that's why I wasn't as afraid as I used to be, and maybe if I kill more people the fear will all go away, maybe I'll reach a point where I can kill anyone that tries to take advantage of me, then I won't have to fear anyone,' she thought with a wild light filling her two green eyes.
Izlandi walked up to her dresser and pulled the drawer open, her eyes instantly landed on the capsule and she placed it in her palm, 'Tomorrow, I'll get rid of that little beast!' she thought and gently caressed the poisonous capsule in her palm like it was a treasure.
---
That night Izlandi dreamt of a day from a long time ago.
It was just a week before her thirteenth birthday.
At the time she was just a typical princess-type girl, everyone adored her for her beauty, but no one dared come too close for fear of earning the Lord's wrath.
She had everything she could have asked for, she cared little for cultivation because she knew that one day she would be married to an important noble who would treat her like a princess or so she was always told.
It was on that day that she learned a valuable lesson as she returned to her room from her sewing lesson.
As she walked through the corridors of the keep she was planning to return to her room, but when she reached her room she found Cornick sitting and waiting at her door with his disgusting smile spreading across his face.
"What do you want Cornick?" she asked in a haughty tone, even back then she didn't like her younger brother much, he was just a year younger than her, and he always tried to do things to get her attention.
"I found where father is hiding your birthday present," he said with a smug smile knowing that her birthday was just a week away.
Izlandi's eye widened with excitement when she thought about what her birthday present might be, 'Hopefully it's something pretty,' she thought, she was tempted to ask him where it was, but she felt like it would be better not to spoil the surprise.
She shook her head, "I think I'll wait for father to give it to me," she said proudly.
"Are you sure?" Cornick asked with a crooked smile, "It's super big and fun, it's got to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he said in an exaggerated manner, yet it worked all the same.
When Izlandi heard that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, she couldn't deny the voice in her head, and happily followed after him as he guided her through the keep to an area that very few people ever visited.
When Cornick came to a stop at an empty courtyard, she looked around for the gift but there was nothing to be seen, "Where is it Cornick?" she asked innocently with her eyes still scanning the area for the gift.
Then suddenly she felt a knock on her chest, and before she realized it she was lying on the ground barely able to breathe, her eyes widened as she saw Cornick reaching out with his hands.
Back then she was not a cultivator, she was just an ordinary girl and she was powerless underneath him as he ripped of her clothes and pressed himself on her body.
---
The next day Izlandi woke with a start, the images of the dream still vividly playing in her head, she got lucky on that day her uncle overheard her screams and managed to save her at the last moment.
But it was also the day that she changed, she no longer wanted to be powerless and began her journey as a cultivator.
Ever since then she hated that little beast, because the event wasn't seen by anyone other than her uncle, her father didn't even give him a punishment since everyone believed that he was as talented as Stanley at the time.
In fact, shortly after that, her father bought Cornick his first whore, for him to vent his lust on.
As Izlandi climbed out of bed she remembered it was the day that the memorial was to be held for all those who died at the feast.
In total 60 novices died, there were several others that were found to have died the day after the poisoning, it was those who left the party a little early, the total deaths of novices amounted to almost 10% of House Kurt's elite forces.
Izlandi got out of bed when her maids entered in the morning, serving her breakfast that was completely cold, but it couldn't be helped.
After the poisoning, every dish and drink was carefully examined and no one could find a single trace of any poison, so all the food since then was given to the servants to taste first, and if nothing happened to them after an hour the food was declared safe to eat.
Izlandi opened her palm and focused on creating the ruins for fire, a couple of seconds later the ruins created a ball of flame in her hand and she held it under the silver plate to warm up her food.
She sighed as she thought of the day when Lirian made the poison capsules, his mastery over flames was godlike in her eyes, she had never seen anyone use flames so flexibly, what she struggled even harder to understand was that Lirian didn't even use ruins to perform his spells.
They were done instantly, whereas she had to concentrate for several seconds just to create a simple ball of flames.
Just before Izlandi could pick up the first bite of her food, the head maid picked up a piece of each item and ate them one after the other.
"A secondary poison test!?" Izlandi asked with annoyance.
"It's the Lords orders," the head maid answered.
Izlandi sighed as she plucked at her food without caring to wait, after all, she knew better than everyone that her food was not poisoned since she was the one who did the poisoning.
When she was finished eating the head maid walked into her closet and pulled out all her black dresses, "My lady which one would you like to wear to the memorial?" her head maid asked after sorting through them and selecting the three most beautiful ones.
"Bring out one of my corsets first," Izlandi said taking the head maid by surprise, she wasn't a big fan of corsets since they were so tight and made it hard to breathe, but last night the escort's first piece of advice was for her to wear corsets as much as possible.
The first rule of seduction is to make the person you're seducing feel extremely aroused in your presence, and a corset helped a lot in that area.
The corset helped women develop an hourglass figure by thinning the waist and extenuating the other curves of a woman.
Izlandi always shied away from such things, while she did find them stuffy that was not the reason she avoided them, it was because she knew that it would only bring her the attention of the men in her family and she couldn't stand their disgusting gazes.
Soon she found herself standing before a large mirror, and holding firmly onto a rail as her head maid pulled on the strings of the corset to make it wrap tightly around her body.
She found herself continuously looking at her chest area as the corset was being tightened, she was extremely aware of her small chest, it was actually very typical of elven woman or any woman with even a trace of elven blood.
While the elven race was known for their elegant beauty, unfortunately when it came to curvy bodies they sincerely lacked.
As she looked at the area of the corset her dress was supposed to fill out a sudden thought struck her, 'I wonder if he likes women with bigger boobs,' an image of Lirian flashed across her mind.
Her face instantly flushed slightly, 'That's so stupid,' she thought to herself, 'His blind I doubt that he cares about breast size.'
Izlandi returned to her room and let out a sighThis plan required her to convince everyone that she accepted her fate of becoming a concubine, and the news had to travel fast.She was certain that Stanley would blab on about her visit to whoever he met, it was simply in his nature to toy with her for his own amusement, and sharing the story about how his beautiful sister, asked for lessons from whores, would be a story that he'd find himself incapable of keeping to himself.With that, the news of her excepting her fate would spread, but that was just the beginning of the plan.It truly took all her willpower to go through with the first part, she still remembered that moment when Stanley touched her vividly.She almost blackout when his filthy hand, which had just been on another woman, caressed her shoulder.The feeling was like a million spiders crawling all over her body and sent cold shivers throughout every fibre of her being, she still marveled at herself for not having a fit at that moment.'Maybe it's because I've killed people, maybe that's why I wasn't as afraid as I used to be, and maybe if I kill more people the fear will all go away, maybe I'll reach a point where I can kill anyone that tries to take advantage of me, then I won't have to fear anyone,' she thought with a wild light filling her two green eyes.Izlandi walked up to her dresser and pulled the drawer open, her eyes instantly landed on the capsule and she placed it in her palm, 'Tomorrow, I'll get rid of that little beast!' she thought and gently caressed the poisonous capsule in her palm like it was a treasure.---That night Izlandi dreamt of a day from a long time ago.It was just a week before her thirteenth birthday.At the time she was just a typical princess-type girl, everyone adored her for her beauty, but no one dared come too close for fear of earning the Lord's wrath.She had everything she could have asked for, she cared little for cultivation because she knew that one day she would be married to an important noble who would treat her like a princess or so she was always told.It was on that day that she learned a valuable lesson as she returned to her room from her sewing lesson.As she walked through the corridors of the keep she was planning to return to her room, but when she reached her room she found Cornick sitting and waiting at her door with his disgusting smile spreading across his face."What do you want Cornick?" she asked in a haughty tone, even back then she didn't like her younger brother much, he was just a year younger than her, and he always tried to do things to get her attention."I found where father is hiding your birthday present," he said with a smug smile knowing that her birthday was just a week away.Izlandi's eye widened with excitement when she thought about what her birthday present might be, 'Hopefully it's something pretty,' she thought, she was tempted to ask him where it was, but she felt like it would be better not to spoil the surprise.She shook her head, "I think I'll wait for father to give it to me," she said proudly."Are you sure?" Cornick asked with a crooked smile, "It's super big and fun, it's got to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he said in an exaggerated manner, yet it worked all the same.When Izlandi heard that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, she couldn't deny the voice in her head, and happily followed after him as he guided her through the keep to an area that very few people ever visited.When Cornick came to a stop at an empty courtyard, she looked around for the gift but there was nothing to be seen, "Where is it Cornick?" she asked innocently with her eyes still scanning the area for the gift.Then suddenly she felt a knock on her chest, and before she realized it she was lying on the ground barely able to breathe, her eyes widened as she saw Cornick reaching out with his hands.Back then she was not a cultivator, she was just an ordinary girl and she was powerless underneath him as he ripped of her clothes and pressed himself on her body.---The next day Izlandi woke with a start, the images of the dream still vividly playing in her head, she got lucky on that day her uncle overheard her screams and managed to save her at the last moment.But it was also the day that she changed, she no longer wanted to be powerless and began her journey as a cultivator.Ever since then she hated that little beast, because the event wasn't seen by anyone other than her uncle, her father didn't even give him a punishment since everyone believed that he was as talented as Stanley at the time.In fact, shortly after that, her father bought Cornick his first whore, for him to vent his lust on.As Izlandi climbed out of bed she remembered it was the day that the memorial was to be held for all those who died at the feast.In total 60 novices died, there were several others that were found to have died the day after the poisoning, it was those who left the party a little early, the total deaths of novices amounted to almost 10% of House Kurt's elite forces.Izlandi got out of bed when her maids entered in the morning, serving her breakfast that was completely cold, but it couldn't be helped.After the poisoning, every dish and drink was carefully examined and no one could find a single trace of any poison, so all the food since then was given to the servants to taste first, and if nothing happened to them after an hour the food was declared safe to eat.Izlandi opened her palm and focused on creating the ruins for fire, a couple of seconds later the ruins created a ball of flame in her hand and she held it under the silver plate to warm up her food.She sighed as she thought of the day when Lirian made the poison capsules, his mastery over flames was godlike in her eyes, she had never seen anyone use flames so flexibly, what she struggled even harder to understand was that Lirian didn't even use ruins to perform his spells.They were done instantly, whereas she had to concentrate for several seconds just to create a simple ball of flames.Just before Izlandi could pick up the first bite of her food, the head maid picked up a piece of each item and ate them one after the other."A secondary poison test!?" Izlandi asked with annoyance."It's the Lords orders," the head maid answered.Izlandi sighed as she plucked at her food without caring to wait, after all, she knew better than everyone that her food was not poisoned since she was the one who did the poisoning.When she was finished eating the head maid walked into her closet and pulled out all her black dresses, "My lady which one would you like to wear to the memorial?" her head maid asked after sorting through them and selecting the three most beautiful ones."Bring out one of my corsets first," Izlandi said taking the head maid by surprise, she wasn't a big fan of corsets since they were so tight and made it hard to breathe, but last night the escort's first piece of advice was for her to wear corsets as much as possible.The first rule of seduction is to make the person you're seducing feel extremely aroused in your presence, and a corset helped a lot in that area.The corset helped women develop an hourglass figure by thinning the waist and extenuating the other curves of a woman.Izlandi always shied away from such things, while she did find them stuffy that was not the reason she avoided them, it was because she knew that it would only bring her the attention of the men in her family and she couldn't stand their disgusting gazes.Soon she found herself standing before a large mirror, and holding firmly onto a rail as her head maid pulled on the strings of the corset to make it wrap tightly around her body.She found herself continuously looking at her chest area as the corset was being tightened, she was extremely aware of her small chest, it was actually very typical of elven woman or any woman with even a trace of elven blood.While the elven race was known for their elegant beauty, unfortunately when it came to curvy bodies they sincerely lacked.As she looked at the area of the corset her dress was supposed to fill out a sudden thought struck her, 'I wonder if he likes women with bigger boobs,' an image of Lirian flashed across her mind.Her face instantly flushed slightly, 'That's so stupid,' she thought to herself, 'His blind I doubt that he cares about breast size.'
