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Chapter 556: Chapter 433 The Succubus’s Trap Chapter 556: Chapter 433 The Succubus’s Trap “What are you looking at?”

Seeing Isabel suddenly open the window and look back, Emma asked with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

“There’s a girl selling flowers, she looks so pitiful…”

Isabel turned her head back nonchalantly, her brows deeply furrowed, “If it weren’t for the Candle Master’s festival, she might have frozen to death.”

“Who cares.”

Emma said with a laugh, “She’s just a commoner.”

“Commoners are important, too,” Isabel said earnestly, “commoners are people too!”

Looking somewhat surprised at “Yulia” who seemed a bit angry, Emma suddenly understood.

…Could it be said she was worthy of Heracles?

Even without having received a monarch’s education, she naturally possessed the demeanor of a true queen.

——That Queen Isabel, her qualifications to rule probably weren’t any worse than “Yulia’s.”

It couldn’t be helped.

Emma had a grudge against the crow on Aiwass’s shoulder that spoiled her plans, as well as its behind-the-scenes manipulator.

If it hadn’t caused trouble, Aiwass would have become part of her collection when they met.

Except for the instant she used the “Eye of Suggestion” to imprint a mark, Emma did not use any active extraordinary abilities.

This was her habit— for someone adept at mental manipulation like her, leaving no trace was the most important form of control.

If there were traces that could be followed, it meant flaws had appeared.

Subtle guidance without leaving traces was better than noticeable mental control.

Now, she relied solely on her own wit to control others.

She hadn’t changed the essence or personality of the other person, it was akin to inserting herself at the very top of their list of favorable impressions.

In this situation, one couldn’t go too much against the other person’s will or make them openly hostile, as it might temporarily break the control.

She also suspected that this was the technique Aiwass used to escape her control.

However, Emma didn’t quite understand which of her words had angered Aiwass.

But that wasn’t important—she wouldn’t see Aiwass again afterward anyway.

She believed that after witnessing her strength, Aiwass certainly wouldn’t dare to meet her alone again.

But he would never expect that if he brought people to see her, it would be even more of a self-inflicted trap.

Therefore, Emma heaved a slight sigh of relief, shrugged her shoulders, and went along with “Yulia’s” words, “Well, when we come back, you can just give her some charity.

Do you have money, Yulia?”

“…I don’t.

I didn’t bring any money when I left.”

Isabel paused, then answered in a somewhat embarrassed whisper.

She regained her clarity.

“It’s fine, I’ll give you some.”

Emma laughed lightly, opened her purse, took out a small stack of brand-new banknotes tied with a string, and handed it to Isabel: “This is White Crown Coin given to me by a friend, I never had the chance to use it.

You give her these one hundred white coins, let her start some business.”

“Mama is such a good person…”

Isabel raised her head, her eyes seemingly shining.

While Emma’s face was full of bright smiles, her heart was filled with the devilish amusement of a demon.

A young lady like Yulia surely didn’t know that the mere possession of a few silver coins could endanger the life of someone who has nothing.

Not to mention these one hundred white coins.

According to Emma’s understanding, the hard laborers of Glass Island could only earn just over thirty white coins in an entire year.

One “White Crown” was equivalent to two hundred “Copper Hourglasses,” and a portion of roasted beef cost only eight copper coins, the cheapest cup of coffee only one copper coin, a pot of tea was two copper coins.@@novelbin@@

A fish or an egg cost one red coin, which was ten copper coins.

A house suitable for two people cost only one white coin per month for rent.

And she bestowed a full one hundred white coins.

She was not unaware of the value of money.

On the contrary, she understood it very well.

To her, an affluent Countess Emma, this was merely the dispensable amount of a few dozen Star Antimony Coins.

It was the money she would spend casually on a couple doses of Dream Intoxicant for a good night’s sleep when she couldn’t sleep well.

But to someone in poverty, it was undoubtedly a huge sum— that flower-selling girl would take it even knowing it was dangerous.

Although Emma didn’t glance at the girl, she just knew that the girl didn’t have the strength to hold onto that wealth.

Otherwise, she definitely wouldn’t still be wearing thin clothes in the chilling winter.

Yulia thought she had helped, but the enormous sum would undoubtedly lead to the girl’s death.

The money might even cause a bit of chaos, inciting those who were poor and starving to kill each other.

For the sufficiently wealthy Countess Emma, it was like throwing chunks of meat to beasts, watching them tear each other apart in slaughter.

Perhaps they could maintain their sanity at times…

but Emma had already arrived.

Once she reached Glass Island, it was destined that the people of Glass Island would become irritable and greedy, like beasts, unleashing the wildness within their hearts.

Emma closed her eyes and, like a conductor with elegant poise, raised her arms and pinched her fingers, lost in the intoxicating motion of waving an imaginary conductor’s baton.

—Using Yulia’s goodwill as the gun and the happiness-induced gold coins as bullets, she created disasters and death.

Driving people into madness, revealing their beast-like nature, and killing each other…

Nothing could be sweeter.

And when the time came to sacrifice Yulia, she could reveal the truth to her.

The anger and regret at that moment would also make a tasty seasoning.

She even had a backup plan prepared.

If her actions were to be discovered by Aiwass, the traps she had set up before could be put to use…

This time, she would not let that annoying raven interfere.

With this thought, the Succubus residing within Emma and her physical manifestation on the outside both lifted the corners of their lips in unison.

Those arched brows, those smiling lips—identical in every way.

Meanwhile, Aiwass had already arrived at the Cathedral of Candle Master.

An extremely famous orchestra from Avalon was passionately performing on stage at the moment.

Hence, not only was the inside of the Cathedral of Candle Master packed to the brim, but even outside, a considerable crowd had gathered.

There were also vendors nearby selling their goods or entertaining themselves; Aiwass had a hard time just getting in.

There were three rounds of praise for the Candle Master’s festival, at sunrise, at nine in the morning, and at noon.

Between the two rounds of praise, locals would be invited to perform or even to host a feast.

Avalon’s entertainment level was slightly lower, while the Candle Master’s festival in Iris Flower was said to be a gathering of top artists, on an extremely grand scale.

Aiwass quickly found out the whereabouts of Bishop Mathers and rushed in to find him.

He was a bit distracted as he entered.

Because the side hall, where Bishop Mathers was resting, was the very same small, empty chapel he and Isabel had hidden in to sing during their first ascension ceremony.

“Happy New Year, Aiwass!”

Seeing Aiwass, Bishop Mathers immediately said with a smile, “What’s wrong?

You look so anxious.

Did your girlfriend go missing?”

“Have you seen Yulia?”

Aiwass didn’t respond but asked directly.

“Ah, yes, I saw her.”

Bishop Mathers nodded and recalled, “About two hours ago, then she left with her friend.”

…Two hours ago?

Aiwass felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

“Was her friend a man or a woman?

Do you know where they went?

Do you recognize him?”

Aiwass pressed on with questions.

“Oh, come on,” Bishop Mathers laughed and waved his hand dismissively, subconsciously defending Emma, “It was Countess Emma, a very well-known figure.

She’ll definitely take good care of Yulia.”

“Do you know where they went?”

Aiwass repeated his question.

Seeing Aiwass’s serious expression and apparent anger, Bishop Mathers shook his head helplessly and could only answer honestly, “I don’t know, I just glanced from afar.”

He added, “But I think Countess Emma isn’t a bad person, so you can relax.

Yulia seemed very happy, obviously very familiar with her.”

“…Alright, then I pretty much know.”

Aiwass nodded, paying no mind to Bishop Mather’s response which was as irrelevant as an artificial unintelligence.

Regardless, he would first go to the Lohar Society headquarters to take a look.

He was already two hours delayed, and he needed to rush.

He had to ask the Guardian to lend him his Gryphon—the Gryphon at the Fifth Power Level should not be so easily controlled.

Before leaving the small chapel, Aiwass turned back and advised, “I seriously suggest you pray to Candle Master wholeheartedly, asking for the Sacred Flame to purify your body and spirit.”

“Oh, this child…”

Mathers watched Aiwass hurry away, sighing helplessly, “The way you talk, it’s as if I’ve been controlled by someone…”

But having said that, he still made a prayer to Candle Master.