CHAPTER 362: CHAPTER 362 YOU USED HER AGAIN

Lance spoke with certainty. Being so intelligent, how could he fail to understand?

Many things are simply too frightening to consider, but once one is known, the rest become clear.

"You’ve used her again, Celia. You haven’t changed at all; you were like this ten years ago and still are now. Why do you do this?" Lance’s voice was hoarse, his expression fierce.

"I’m sorry, I... I didn’t want to. I will make amends. I swore an oath to serve her for all my life."

"Hah! No monarch would ever desire such loyalty." Lance shoved Celia away and stood up, casting her a cold glance, "I don’t know why she has lost her memory or changed her appearance, but I know she will regain her memories one day. That will be when you pay your debts."

Having said that, he left without looking back.

Celia remained seated, alone, with a straight back, refusing to bend, her expression icy, the collar of her dress faintly revealing the harsh lines from being strangled.

The manservant Armand appeared at some point and draped a soft cloak over Celia’s shoulders.

"Duke, please do not be upset." Armand knelt by Celia’s feet, looking at her with concern.

"Armand."

"I am here, and I will always be by your side."

"Are you pitying me?" Armand’s gaze pierced Celia’s heart.

"I wouldn’t dare!" What right did a mere servant have to feel pity for the esteemed Duke?

"That’s for the best, or I would have taken your life."

She, Celia, did not require anyone’s sympathy.

...

"One hundred fights."

In the venue, although the day had turned dark, not a single person was willing to leave. The atmosphere was becoming more heated, like boiling water, with everyone watching the screen with frenzied eyes, as the person there created miracles.

On the one-hundredth platform, Lin Fu emerged victorious at last. Her injuries looked horrific, and her body had reached its limits.

She glanced at the endless rows of platforms and the people waiting for their turn to challenge her, waving her hand decisively to end the duels.

One hundred was enough.

Indeed, she could not go on, there was no point in hanging on desperately.

The people and host guarding the platform watched her leave, unsure whether to feel regret or relief.

At last, it was over.

The door of the Simulation Chamber swished open, and Lin Fu stumbled out, nearly falling before strong arms steadied her.

She looked up, startled.

"Dad..."

"Don’t talk, just come with me."

Lin Qingfeng escorted Lin Fu away quickly. He had timed it perfectly so he could take Lin Fu first; otherwise, it would have been impossible to take her away. Just after they left, many people arrived at the entrance of the Simulation Chamber.

There were Lin Fu’s classmates and staff sent by Elbert.

"Where is she?"

"Not here."

"She’s already left."

"She must have returned to the hotel."

"Lin Fu must be exceptionally tired. It’s best for her to enter deep sleep in the pod to recover more effectively."

"The next competition is for the Military Command specialty; the Land Battle specialty has plenty of time to rest."

After discussing, the staff decided not to disturb Lin Fu. The people coming out of the venue looking for her, not finding her there and assuming she had entered the deep sleep pod, thought nothing further of it.

...

Lin Qingfeng took Lin Fu all the way to the teachers’ residential area inside the First Military Command College. This area was in the opposite direction to Fu Xing’s dormitory, offering a more serene environment, with buildings that looked significantly older.