Cloud Thinking

After hearing this, Helia felt overwhelmed and was speechless.

She originally thought that it was because of something unexpected that happened to Wagers or a disaster that happened to the Frank family that made Yoliev so depressed.

result……

That's it? ? ?

It's not that this matter is not serious or ridiculous, but Helia really doesn't understand why Yolief would torment himself like this over such a trivial matter.

Doesn't this make loved ones sad and enemies happy?

If he had been more resolute, would he have directly exposed the dead father's bad deeds? Or would he have sent people to beat up the mistress's family?

If all else fails, just let it go and live your own life. Why torture yourself?

If it were her, she would have killed Weijies long ago. If you dare to want it all, be greedy and be prepared to die.

Although her heart was racing and she wanted to complain, Helia still held back.

She patted Yoliv's shoulder to comfort him and asked tentatively, "Do you still recognize him as your father?"

Yoliv first shook his head, then nodded, obviously feeling extremely conflicted.

No matter how reluctant he was to admit it, blood could not be faked - he was indeed the son of Wagers, no doubt about it.

Helia sighed and chose her words carefully: "Since he can be so cruel and ignore you, why should you care about him?"

"If you can't bring yourself to take revenge, just pretend he doesn't exist. Live your life well, healthy, and happy."

Yoliv clenched his fists: "But I can't accept the fact that he killed my mother!"

"How can I not avenge my mother? But I also... cannot kill him, because he is my father..."

Therein lies the crux of his contradiction.

It is true that he wanted to avenge his mother, but the person who killed his mother was his father.

If he killed Weijies, it would be equally unkind and unfilial. He could not forgive himself and even wanted to die to atone for his father's sins.

If it were so easy to convince myself, I wouldn't be in this state now - numbing myself with pain in an almost self-abuse way.

Helia is not Yoriff, and has not experienced what he has experienced, so she cannot judge him.

Even if you understand the source of his pain and struggle, you still can't make decisions for him.

Helia was silent for a moment, then stood up as if she had made a major decision and said solemnly, "Well, since you can't do it, I'll do it."

"I avenged you and killed that family. Then, you came to hate me."

"It's better to hate me than to hate yourself."

Yolifu sat up in bed and shook his head without thinking, his head shaking like a rattle: "This is my business. I can't transfer the pain to you. It's not fair to you."

"I don't care," Helia replied. "I told you, you're the only one I care about. As long as you can get over it and live well, I don't care what happens to you."

"And...even if you hate me, you can't kill me." She smiled lightly, "I can bear the consequences of your hatred. You don't need to worry about hurting me, even if revenge is - I'm strong and can handle it."

This kind of self-sacrificing dedication is synonymous with Helia.

She always likes to sacrifice herself in exchange for the happiness, freedom and comfort of others.

"I don't want to!" Yolief didn't want to involve Helia.

As a princess of the empire, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the empire's future, how can she be allowed to waste her energy on such ridiculous things?

He doesn't allow it and isn't willing to.

He reached out and pushed Helia, then stood up and tried to drive her away: "I don't want you to care! Go away, don't waste your time on me!"

"Brother! You can't do this to me!" Helia was puzzled. Helia didn't understand, but she didn't dare to fight back, for fear of getting hurt.

But she didn't want to be driven away like this - she wanted to help Yoriff and couldn't bear to see him torture himself over such a trivial matter and ruin his bright future.

"I'm not your brother! Get out of here! I don't want you to help me!" Yoliv pushed even harder, forcing the man out of the door and slamming the door shut.

"Brother!!!" Helia pounded on the door angrily, but couldn't call back Yoliv, so she could only stomp her feet on the spot.

She thought her proposal was fine! Why was Yoliev so angry? She really didn't understand!

"Ah—" A sigh caught Helia's attention. She turned and saw Karlzer squatting in the corridor in a similar position as he did outside the dean's office, with a helpless look on his face.

The door was not closed tightly, and Karlzer had obviously heard the conversation, otherwise he would not be sighing here.

"Helia, you seem to have a unique talent when it comes to making people angry," Karlzer praised.

"What?" Helia thought he was being sarcastic.

Karlzer sighed again, supported his knees and stood up. He walked over to Helia, patted her shoulder, and said earnestly, "Be good, don't come up with such bad ideas next time."

Helia was a little angry - how could this be called a bad idea? She had thought about it for a long time before coming up with this brilliant idea!

"If you can do it, go ahead!" she said angrily.

"Well, let me do it." Karl pointed to the door handle, "But first I need you to open the door for me."

This time, it wasn't just the door handle that was removed; the entire door was removed. The loud noise startled Yoriff, who was lost in thought. Seeing Helia about to come in again, he frowned and tried to chase her away.

"Hey! I'm here to treat you, don't chase me away!" Karlzer stated in advance.

"Brother, you can chase me away, but you have to take care of yourself..." Helia leaned against the door frame and complained, "You don't know how scared I was when you fainted..."

Although Yolief was angry, he understood that Helia cared about him.

After thinking for a moment, he turned his back and acquiesced to Kalzer's entry.

Karlzer waved Helia away - with her here, Yoriff felt a pang of frustration.

Helia had no choice but to stuff the door back into place and left in shame, looking back every few steps.

"She's very irritating, isn't she?" Karlzer held Yoliv's wrist, and the magic power as warm as water slowly flowed in to check his physical condition.

Yoriff glared at him disapprovingly.

He was indeed irritated by Helia, but he would not tolerate outsiders speaking ill of Helia in front of him.

"She always sacrifices herself in the name of doing good for us, yet doesn't expect us to repay her..." Karlzer ignored Yoliv's expression and continued, "She helps us selflessly, yet wants us to live selfishly. It's really a headache."

"You have no right to say that about her." Yolief's dissatisfaction was evident in his words.

"Yes, I'm not qualified, but neither are you." Karlzer said this with a kind and gentle face, "She cares about you, so you can get angry and control her."

"But if you keep pushing her away and breaking her heart, she will really be cruel and ignore you."

"Don't forget your identity, and don't forget her identity. She is willing to bow down to you because she really cares about you."

"But if you take advantage of this friendship and hurt her..."

"I won't let you go."

Kalzer threatened with a smile.

He summoned his wand and cast a healing spell on Yoriff. "I was just wondering how to repay you, but now you're giving me a pillow when I need it. I'm so happy."

"You can help her, and so can I. She trusts you, and she trusts me, too."

"I believe you can see that Helia is someone who is going to achieve great things."

His expression was as gentle and calm as ever, but he was sharp-tongued and adept at sowing discord and adding fuel to the fire.

"If you want to achieve her and accompany her, don't let these disgusting things entangle you, get yourself covered in mud, and tire Helia out and distract her."

He poked Yolief in the chest. "You have a better background than me, and you're more capable than me, yet you've ended up like this. Don't say I look down on you. Just wait and see if Helia will also look down on you in the future."

Yoriff angrily slapped Karzer's hand away: "She wouldn't! Why do you think of her like that? This is slander!"

"Haha!" Karlzer chuckled. "Yes, Helia is a very nice person. She would never look at her own people like this."

"But what about the people around her? You have to know that I'm not the only one following her."

"How will others view you then? And how will they view Helia?"

"If you can't even handle such a small matter and can't be ruthless, how can you help Helia in the future? Will she still trust you like she does now?"

Karlzer suppressed his fake smile and said coldly: "Even if you can't help her, don't become a burden to her."

"Don't take Helia's care, concern, and kindness for granted."

"If that's true, then you're no different from your selfish father. Your mother will grieve that her son has become an enemy, and she won't be able to rest in peace in the grave."

Before he could finish his words, Yoliv's heavy punch had already hit Kalzer squarely in the face.

Even with his emaciated frame, the furious blow from the grown man still sent Karlzer stumbling to the ground. Scarlet blood dripped from his nose, blooming like flowers on the ground.

He casually wiped it with his hand, leaving a streak of blood on his fair face. The look he gave Yoriff was terrifyingly cold, like the look of a clammy, cold-blooded animal.

There was no need to drive him away; Karlzer would not stay to ask for a beating—he wanted to use this injury to provoke Helia.

He stood up and left without looking back. Before leaving, he kicked down the door panel that was barely stuffed back into the door frame, raising a cloud of dust.

Yoliv was so angry that his chest heaved violently and his skeleton seemed to be breaking apart.

He looked at the fallen door, stared at his red knuckles, recalled Helia's words, and collapsed and sat down with his head in his hands.

But the emotional storm was fleeting. His upbringing had enabled him to calm down quickly and assess the situation.

He knew that Kalzer was deliberately trying to provoke him, but he had to admit that there was some truth in his words.

If you want to help Helia—even if you don't want to help, just want to live your own life well—you can't let those blood-sucking worms continue to devour you.

Why? He had done nothing wrong, so why should he endure this pain?

The evildoers are able to live happily, but the innocent people have to atone for the sins of others?

There is no such truth in the world!

The more pain he suffers, the happier those who hate him are, while those who love him grieve with him - is this a good thing?

Absolutely not!

There was no point in continuing to sink into despair. His mother fought tooth and nail to protect his inheritance, fearing that he would be deprived of everything and suffer.

Now, he has to work harder to live for his mother and those who love him.

Not only live, but live better!

He wiped away his tears, staggered to his feet, and staggered to the door of a room that had been sealed for a long time, following his memory.

The last time he opened this door, he was not even as tall as the door handle. He had to stand on tiptoe to barely reach it, and then he had to hang on the handle and use his whole body weight to pull it open.

At that time, his mother would always greet him with a smile, hug him in her arms, praise him for being so capable, and would even open the door by herself.

But now, he has grown very tall and can easily turn the doorknob, but the person who always greeted him with a smile is no longer there.

His mother died in this room. He had never dared to enter, fearing that his mother's ghost would linger, and he didn't want to relive the scene of her hanging from the beam - a nightmare that had haunted him for years.

Not to mention the lie his father fabricated at the time, saying his mother hanged herself because she couldn't stand him as a son, openly rationalizing his hatred and letting a child bear the burden of his mother's death and his father's hatred...

How vicious!

But now, this is no longer the place where the mother committed suicide, but the crime scene of a murder.

Filled with anger and determined for revenge, he opened the door again after many years and faced everything that had happened here.

-

"What?!" Helia sat up straight with her mouth wide open in disbelief, staring at the guard who was kneeling on one knee to report. "Say that again?!"

"Not only does Weijes hide a family of five in a village outside of Berman, he also has five lovers outside - two women and three men, all of whom he carefully placed in different places." The guard repeated meticulously.

Helia originally thought that Weijies was greedy and shameless enough for wanting it all, but she didn't expect that this man was simply a beast who couldn't control his lower body!

Calling him a dog is an insult to dogs!

She had thought such things only happened in novels—well, in a sense this was the world of novels.

But when she personally found herself in it and discovered that this weird thing was living next to her, she was still shocked beyond words.

He's also a man and womanizer?! Is he so unsatisfied? Does his childhood sweetheart know? Do his children know?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but secretly thankful for the resources she had, otherwise she would have no one to help her do anything.

All the secret agents that Chico had placed with him when he first came to Carter's College to study could now be used by her.

In the bazar, Blot also left her a group of capable people.

Not to mention his sister Hilda - even though he knew she wouldn't come to the North often, he still arranged a team of 100 people for her at Behrman, mixing in with the city defense troops and patrols, ready to be deployed at any time.

Now that these powers have finally come in handy, she deeply realizes how great it is to have someone to back her up!

"Do they know each other's existence?" Helia realized she had said nonsense after asking.

Isn't it to prevent lovers from discovering each other that we place them in different places?

Wow, what a time management master! Six lovers!

"Your Highness, they are unaware, or perhaps they are pretending not to know," the guard replied dutifully. "However, the lady seems to have noticed something unusual recently and has sent someone to investigate secretly. I'm sure they'll be able to uncover the truth soon."

"Ha!" Helia suddenly became interested. "Don't keep her waiting too long. Just pass on the information you've gathered to her and let her see clearly what kind of person she's following!"

The guard carefully observed Helia's expression and cautiously suggested, "Your Highness, do you need me to spread the word...?"

Helia held her chin in her hand, pondering for a moment before finally shaking her head. "He's still the current head of the Frank family, after all. If this scandal gets out, it'll damage the family's reputation and won't benefit Yoliv."

"Let Yoriff make his own decision. We'll just help him out from behind."

"I obey my orders."

But Helia never expected that Yoriff's decision would come so quickly—so quickly that it was almost urgent, as if he was proving something.

She was applying an ice pack to Kalzer's face to reduce the swelling - the punch had left half of Kalzer's face bruised and swollen - when she heard the few old servants left in the mansion rushing in to report that Yoliv had rushed out with a sword and could not be stopped.

"Don't be impatient, take your time." Helia knew that these servants were truly on Yoliv's side, otherwise they wouldn't have stayed.

But their concern made them panic.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Finally, the elderly butler stepped forward and replied, "Your Highness, someone saw the young master enter the lady's room and stay there for a long time."

"Ever since his wife passed away, the young master never went near that room, nor would he allow anyone else to enter. For some reason today, he was rummaging through the drawers and finally found a sword."

"That's the sword passed down through the Frank family, bestowed upon our ancestor by the emperor when he was conferred the title. It holds immense significance. Madam had originally kept it, intending to hand it over to the young master personally when he grew up, but unfortunately, things are unpredictable..."

"We couldn't stop the young master. When we asked him what he was going to do, he just said he was going to avenge his wife. We were worried that he might do something foolish, so we came to report to Your Highness and ask for your help."

Helia glanced at Kalzer, who lowered his head and pretended to be aggrieved, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow - what did this guy say to Yoriff that made him make up his mind so quickly?

It seems that I have underestimated Karlzer's mouth...

She beckoned her finger, and the guards waiting beside her immediately stepped forward.

"Go follow Yoriff and don't let him get hurt."

"As for what he wants to do...let him do it."

"Your Highness Helia!" the old butler exclaimed, obviously feeling that this decision was inappropriate.

"You've watched Yoriff grow up. You know him better than I do." Helia calmly glanced at the elderly servants before her. "Trust him. He knows what's right and what's wrong."

"Your young master has grown up."