Chapter 156: The Stuart Princess of the Fallen Kingdom (Part 2)

Chapter 156 -122: The Stuart Princess of the Fallen Kingdom (Part 2)

“Mary sent you to seduce Lian? Isn’t that a bit of an overreach? You can’t even compare to me.”

Dora was very confident in her face, and in her figure as well.

And she was, in fact, very beautiful. Ugly Witches were practically nonexistent in this world—a blessing from the God of Tiger, perhaps.

While she wouldn’t look down on less attractive women, she felt that if even she couldn’t catch Lian’s eye, Nancy Scalia stood no chance.

Annie, by contrast, was much more humble.

“Your face can’t even compare to one of my fingers.”

Lian silently glanced back at Annie. ‘This girl’s confidence is getting out of hand. She’s beautiful, sure, but does she have to crush others like that?’

Nancy Scalia gave a scornful smile and placed a hand on her face.

Her fair hand removed the thin mask clinging to her skin. It was a resin mask, capable of easily altering one’s appearance.

Sunlight streamed through the carriage window, spilling onto a delicate and flawless face.

Her skin was like the finest porcelain, smooth and lustrous, as if time itself had frozen before her.

Her aqua-blue hair shimmered, cascading loosely over her shoulders, each strand possessing the languid grace of a Deep Sea Merfolk.

Her eyebrows were like gentle willow leaves, arched slightly in a hint of casual playfulness.

Her eyes were like deep lakes reflecting the clear, azure sky, yet they also resembled a starry night, mysterious and distant.

Her eyelashes were like fans, and every blink stirred ripples of emotion.

Her nose was high and elegant, a masterpiece of sculpture, while the lips beneath were thin, rosy, and fatally alluring.

Simply by sitting there quietly, Nancy Scalia looked like a goddess who had stepped out of an ancient scroll. No words in this world seemed adequate to describe her beauty.

Her appearance was flawless, truly deserving of the moniker “Stunning Beauty.”

Even great beauties like Dora and Annie felt a flicker of infatuation just looking at her.

To say nothing of a straight man like Lian.

A quote from an Empress in an anime he had watched in his past life suddenly came to his mind.

‘No matter what evil I commit, the world will forgive me, because I am just that beautiful.’

At the time, he’d thought such a line was too exaggerated, but that was before he saw Nancy Scalia’s face.

Of course, he would never admit to being one of the lecherous members of the Moria Clan; it was just that her face was truly breathtaking.

If other women needed figure, status, and wealth to enhance their Charm, her face alone was enough.

Even if she were obese, or disabled, with a face so perfect she would still be adored.

What’s more, she also possessed a graceful figure and a noble hidden identity.

“Am I qualified to seduce Lian Moria now?”

Nancy Scalia asked faintly.

Dora and Annie nodded in unison, once again feeling a deep sense of pressure.

It was the pressure of her sheer beauty.

Even Sophie, in her presence, seemed like a flower yet to bloom.

Of course, Lian believed that sixteen-year-old Sophie had great potential. In another two years, when she reached Nancy Scalia’s age, she could absolutely possess such a peerless, beautiful face as well.

“No, you absolutely cannot seduce Lian.”

Dora suddenly objected. “Catherine is my best friend. I can’t let a woman with ulterior motives like you get close to Lian.”

Nancy Scalia paid no mind to Dora’s words, her gaze remaining fixed on Lian.

This put a great deal of psychological pressure on Lian.

“Lord Lian, this woman is very dangerous. Get rid of her.”

Annie said seriously.

Lian nodded. ‘Annie’s right. I can’t be so shallow that I’d fall for a pretty face and make a mistake on something this important.’

“Nancy Scalia, I have no interest in you. Go back and tell Mary her plan is a failure.”

Nancy Scalia was taken aback for a moment.

‘To think there’s someone in this world who can resist my unique Charm.’

‘Could Lian Moria really be the black sheep of the Moria Clan?’

“Alex Pool, Kob, Kroli… Lady Mary will have me start with your key ministers. I will still achieve my goal in the end and climb into your bed. Only then, what you get won’t be a pure, untainted body, but a ruined Rose, a sullied vessel.”

Nancy Scalia’s tone was cold, as if she were talking about someone else.

‘What’s with this “if I don’t take her, she’ll be forced into a life of depravity” act?’

‘Hmm, she’s implying she’s a virgin.’

‘For Lady Mary’s Spy Chief to still be a virgin… that is surprising.’

As these stray thoughts ran through his mind, Lian lifted Nancy Scalia’s delicate chin.

“I’ve rarely seen a Spy as frank as you. What do you want from me?”

“I only want to complete my mission.”

Nancy Scalia believed Mary wouldn’t let her off easily. Even if her first honey trap mission wasn’t Lian, it would just be someone else.

She had prepared herself long ago. She was no longer the Princess of Stuart, just a pawn in someone else’s hand, a tool for profit, a walking ghost.

“Do you think that by becoming my mistress, you can destroy my relationship and alliance with Catherine?”

Nancy Scalia didn’t speak, but her eyes conveyed the message: ‘Isn’t that obvious?’