The gush of wind not only pushed away and down the maid but the Mistress as well. Only Lily was left unscathed. Looking coldly at both of them on the ground, Lily didn't say a word, turned back and walked away.
As for the Mistress and the maid, no matter how much energy and effort they spent, they were unable to stand up. It was a gush of wind at first, then an enormous pressure kept them on the floor. They could only let Lily walk away helplessly.
Never in her life was the Mistress treated in such a way. She was enraged. The Lord had refused their engagement, then he had found this human disciple and now she was being disrespected by that disciple. It seems she would only regain her dignity by ejecting out that parasite. As soon as Lily was out of sight, the pressure alleviated so both women were able to stand up and rush toward Lily. But it was too late, she had already reached out the Library and the Mistress wasn't allowed in. As the only daughter of the previous Lord of the Valley, she would get her revenge. The days are long, she would definitely wash her honor with this bitch's blood.
"Let's return. I need to speak to Father."
The maid rolled her eyes but followed the Mistress quietly. She knew that in her position she couldn't say anything. The Mistress was spoiled unreasonably and it had led to develop a rotten personality. In front of a crowd, the Mistress could still pretend but all the servants in the estate were well aware of her behavior.
Knowing that her father would have be immersed in his studies of old texts, the Mistress asked the maid to go to the kitchen to get a baskets of savory and sweet treats before heading to her father.
Finding her father in his study, looking seriously at a map, the Mistress called out sweetly to him.
"Father, you should take a break. Daughter has brought some snacks for you."
The former Lord lift his head away from the map and looked at her lovingly. He stood up and and went to take the hands of his daughter, very pleased to see her so filial.
"Only my dear Daughter would thing of her old father. Father is blessed to have a daughter like you."
That year, when his wife was giving birth to their first born, he was away taking care of some urgent business. By the time he returned, his wife had passed away leaving him with an adorable daughter who was the spitting image of his beloved. Feeling guilty all those years, he could only make it up by spoiling her to this extent. Even though, he knew she was ruthless, he could not summon the will to punish her or let her suffer any grievances.
"It is Daughter's blessing to have Father's love. Father, Daughter really wish to marry the Lord. Is there no way for this little wish of mine to become true at all?" The Mistress had a pained expression which stroke strongly at the strings of the former Lord's heart.
"Daughter, Father has no way to force the Lord. All Father can do is advise Daughter to spend more time with the Lord. Father believes the Lord will one day see how precious of a person my daughter is."
"Daughter understands."
On the surface, the Mistress pretended to give up this subject of conversation with her father. They discussed some more before she returned back to her room.
In her heart though, feelings of annoyance were building up.. Her Father was so useless...It was such a simple thing for him to order the Lord to marry her why was her Father unwilling to do so?! Being the former Lord, there is no way the current Lord would not listen to him. Seemed she would have to hatch a plan to get what she wanted.
Since she first laid her eyes on the Lord, she had decided she would be his bride. She had dreamt of that moment for so many years, she wasn't about to give up now. She would removed anyone that would become an obstacle to her dream.
The new disciple was definitely a threat. She could feel the Lord was treating this disciple differently. Even though a mere human, the bitch was able to make the Lord care for her. The Lord had never shown care to any women before, not even her, his sister. That's why the Mistress had to remove this disciple. Care was one step short of love, the Mistress would not allow the Lord to love anyone else beside her.