Chapter 95: Visitors from Hequese Count Marseille could not have imagined that one day he would be taught by Corneille what reality is. The trauma of the past was activated, teaching him to clench his fists and fill them with tears, while at the same time a bulge appeared on his trousers that could not be ignored. Corneille did want to break down Count Marseille's defense, but he didn't expect that Count Marseille was still thinking about this at this time. He grabbed Count Marseille's hair and forced him to look up at him: "Although I don't know what other attributes you have, I have no interest in stabbing men or being stabbed by men. Mr. La Marche, come here and tell me the secret of your transformation of Mr. Don Rodic." "That's not necessary." Don Rodique's voice made Corneille loosen his grip, and the Count of Marseille's head hit the ground, bleeding profusely. At this moment, Corneille did not care about the captives, and turned back to look at the source of the sound. Don Rodique stood there, his appearance and aura reminded Corneille of their first meeting and end in 1229. "Was it little Marceau who lifted the spell?" asked Corneille. "No." Tang Rodick replied.
"What's the price?" "Let's finish what's happening right now first." The two men looked at Count Marseilles together, and the latter's already shaky soul suffered a fatal blow - he could not tolerate that his current situation was worse than that of the fool Don Rodick whom he despised. "Don't kill him, Mr. Don Rodic. And don't hit him in the face," said Corneille. "understood." Don Rodic kicked Count Marseille to the ground, stepped on the bulge of Count Marseille, and said viciously: "You will never have the chance to do evil to women in the future." "Forgive me, please, forgive me, I can give you money, Shi Manna has plenty of money, I can help you..." Count Marseilles didn't say anything as Don Rodick stepped on him hard, causing him to scream shrilly. His eyes rolled, his face turned red, his body almost bent like a shrimp, and he beat Don Rodick's calves in pain, but his strength was weak. "You should have experienced this kind of pain a long time ago. It's because no one disciplined you that you grew up to be such a bad person!" Don Rodic raised his foot and stomped down hard again. Count Marseille burst into tears and grabbed Don Rodic's ankle and said: "Forgive me, if you kill me, you will also go to jail..." Seeing that Don Rodic's venting of anger would not end for a while, Corneille turned to the other side, where Sister Helena was saying goodbye to the flames. Hearing footsteps, she turned around, her nun's uniform restored to its original state, reflecting the swaying light and shadow. (I thanked the Longuevilles on your behalf.) "Thank you." (Sorry, I made a separate deal with Mr. Don Rodick.) "Did you change his gender?" (No, I promised him to give him a chance to fight alongside you.) Corneille nodded. "Where's Polly?" (She has been sent to Chateau Longueville, under the care of Mademoiselle Anne.) "Then she will suffer."
At this moment, the joy of victory slowly flooded into Corneille's mind, but along with the victory came pain. His right palm was burning with pain, and his left shoulder was numb. These injuries had all worsened during the battle with Count Marseille. But in order to crush Count Marseille's confidence, he endured until this moment, letting out his first sigh and shedding his first drop of sweat. The nun took out a handkerchief from her bosom and handed it to Corneille. Corneille wiped his cheek, the smell of cloves filled his nose, and Helena's words trembled in his head: (Mr. Corneille, your control over your body is inhuman.) Although they were friends worth 100,000 dinars, Corneille never fully trusted her, so he treated it as a test. "I just have more time to settle down than others," he said. There is no magic to heal injuries in the Fool's domain, and even if there is, Corneille does not want to be healed by Helena, in order to prevent the other party from obtaining his secrets through blood. He opened another waist bag to treat his own wound, while Helena briefly explained what happened here. (Will Amarathon create additional variables?) "At least not in the case of Mr. Don Rodic. I have seen the end of Count Marseille and Ms. Shimana." After simply treating his injuries, Corneille reunited with Don Rodic, whose exposed skin was covered in bruises, with occasional scratches, and the most conspicuous thing was a pool of blood on his trousers. Count Marseille's face was not in pain, but his features were distorted by pain. Despite this, he no longer begged for mercy, but instead laughed in a creepy way. Don Rodic grabbed the Count of Marseilles by the hair and forced him to look up: "What are you laughing at?" "It turns out that you only turned back into a man in appearance. Look at the way you beat people: pinching flesh, kicking, pulling hair, scratching...Haha, Tang Rodick, do you think you can regain your male self-esteem by turning back into a man? No, you are 200% a woman now, even if you have that thing, so what? In your heart, I'm afraid you are the one at the bottom, what a disgusting pervert, poor thing! Even though you have been a man for 43 years, in just 5 years, your female body has corroded your masculine consciousness. Your experience seems to be tragic, and you must use it to gain sympathy from others. But has every day of your life been tragic in the past five years? Have you been bitter and resentful or in tears every day? I understand women very well, so I know that you must have dreamed of a man in an uncontrollable dream. You must know how to use the corner of the table or more intimate props to soothe the turmoil in your heart. You want a sense of security, you want warmth, you become crybaby and sensitive... This is not what the legendary warrior Don Rodick should do, you are so disgusting! Don Rodick, you are killing yourself!" Count Marseille regained his sense of superiority - even though he was the loser in the current situation. But as long as he thought of the continued suffering of Don Rodick, whom he despised, the despicable and dank thoughts made little Marseille excited. Don Rodic had many opportunities to interrupt Count Marseille, but he clenched his fists and let Count Marseille finish his words before saying to Corneille: "So, do you understand now?" Cornelius nodded: "If it were me, I would probably admit the reality, admit that I have become another person, and live well. My will to live is stronger, I can't... not be allowed to die, but I am the exception. This is a pain that I can't understand, but I can see it in other people. " The image of Dias emerged in Corneille's mind. He changed the subject: "But now you are serving the Duke of Alva. If you want to be freed, you must get his permission." "He's a good boy and I don't want him to share the pain with me," replied Don Rodick. "He is a duke, and he must realise that he has the power to make arrangements for his subordinates and to bear the corresponding costs."
"Stern but tender, Monsieur Corneille, you are well suited to be a father." Don Rodick looked at Count Marseille and asked, "What do you mean?" "I attacked him to find a way to change Mr. Don Rodick back to normal, but now..." Corneille looked at Helena, who nodded and transferred magic power to him, and the light of the magic transmission lit up in his palm. "I have arranged a suitable ending for you, Mr. La Marche, go and love your family." Corneille seized the Count of Marseille and teleported with him to the edge of a farm where five men sat, their burning cigarettes emitting a red glow that flickered like breathing. “The goods have arrived.” Corneille threw Count Marseille at the feet of the men, and one of them lit a torch. Count Marseille raised his head with difficulty, and when he saw the men's faces, he turned pale. "Why are you here?!" The leading burly man said coldly: "The Duke knows what you did. He no longer wants to touch the woman you defiled, nor does he want your bastard offspring. The losses you caused will naturally be made up by you. You have ambitions for power, you want to add the suffix "Duke" to your name, you want to run the family business... Well, these Dukes of Berry can satisfy you. You will be turned into a woman, become the new Duchess, and bear him children to make up for the loss you have caused. You will be subjected to controlled spells, the Duke will cultivate your fertile soil and sow seeds, and you will be responsible for cultivating the family's industry, and your talents will be used in the right way. Don't worry, you have an angelic beauty, and you will be even more beautiful as a woman after the gender change. You may remember that you are a man at first, but soon, you will enjoy everything about being a woman. " "No no no!!!" The Count of Marseille, or the future Duchess of Berry, uttered a series of screams. Duke Berry's confidant ignored Count Marseille and said to the looming silhouette in the darkness: "As agreed, Miss Melusina, please do it." Chapter 96 The Beginning of Tragedy Corneille looked at Melusine, who was walking by with her head lowered. She was wearing a black dress and black skirt, with a black headscarf and veil on her head. She looked like a ghost with nowhere to go, or a widow whose sorrow was greater than her heartbrokenness. Duke Berry's men pried open Count Marseille's mouth. Melusina took out the potion from her bosom and drank it. Before Count Marseille could react, she pierced him from behind with a sword. Count Marseille spat out a mouthful of blood. He could never have imagined that his brother's men would kill him so cruelly. From the perspective of a bystander, Corneille saw an extremely exquisite sword move that not only severely injured the Count of Marseilles, but also ensured that he would not die soon. The blade was pulled out of Count Marseille's body, and Melusina took out three bottles of potion, mixed with Count Marseille's blood to draw a magic circle. Then, she placed her palm on Count Marseille's chest and chanted a spell. Count Marseille's wounds were healed, and he raised his arms, trying to get away from this humiliating deformation, but he was so badly injured that he couldn't even lift a finger. What was even more humiliating was that he clearly heard Melusina and Duke Berry's men discussing the length and color of his hair, the fine-tuning of his facial features, his voice, and the size of his chest and buttocks... He was actually being transformed according to Duke Berry's preferences. Perhaps it was revenge on the yellow-haired illegitimate brother, or perhaps Duke Berry was just picky about taste. It took them a while to finalize the final plan, which was carried out by Melusina one by one. The entire transformation took about an hour, and Melusina spent another half an hour doing the final fine-tuning, and a weeping masterpiece was completed. "Kill me, kill me..." said Count Marseille, "If you hate me so much, kill me to vent your anger."
"No, dear Duchess, your best days are still to come. We sincerely hope that you can give birth to an heir for the Duke." Count Marseille screamed: "We are blood relatives, do you want me to give birth to a deformed baby?!" "It's just a probability, isn't it? If the number is enough, His Excellency the Duke might be able to get a healthy and talented heir." The Duke of Berry's men turned to Corneille and said, "Thank you for your help, Excellency. We will honor our promise. From now on, you are the Duke's friend." Corneille nodded. They left, and the miserable howls of Count Marseille faded away. Corneille looked at Melusina, who looked at a loss. "Mr. Corneille, your injury..." Corneille replied: "No problem." "Ah." "You said you had something to tell me when everything was over." "It's not what you think, but...sigh." Melusina sighed, causing the surface of her veil to ripple: "In 1229, it was I who turned Mr. Don Rodic into a woman." "Go on." "I sneaked to the Commonwealth to play and gambled away all my money. At that time, the casino owner said that he could assign me a task, and if I agreed, he would return the money I lost." "It's a trap," said Corneille. "Yes, but I was stupid at that time. In order to get the money back, I agreed. I followed a team of extraordinary people to the mountains in the north of the Holy Land State. They asked me to do only one thing: Turn a dying man into a woman. " "They didn't try to silence you?" "He attacked, but I killed him. I'm a pacifist, but after I took off my veil, I became extra... destructive." Melusina said in a low voice: "I robbed them of their money and fled back to Weite. It was not a pleasant experience, so I forgot about it. Until... until I was with you and saw No. 96 in the Discipline Tower, I recognized him at first sight. This was the man from five years ago. At that time, I was a little uneasy, and felt that I had done something terrible. After she finished telling the story, I cried, out of sympathy and guilt. It was I who caused Mr. Don Rodick's tragedy, and even though I knew nothing about it at the time, I don't think that is a reason for me to absolve myself of the crime. So I wanted to do something to atone for my sin of participating in this matter with an enthusiasm that may seem strange to you. I should have apologized, but cowardice, selfishness, hypocrisy and fear kept me from opening my mouth. I was afraid that Mr. Don Rodic would beat me, and I was also afraid that Mr. Toledo and Mr. Corneille would despise me and drive me out of the mansion. Although we have been together for a short time, I have come to regard the mansion as my home and you as my good friends. I don’t want to... become a despicable person in your eyes. I stood there, watching No. 96 cry out all the grievances of his life, and I felt very uncomfortable. I even imagined that Mr. Corneille would discover my abnormality, expose me, and let me get the punishment I deserved. " "I don't have that ability," said Corneille.
"Yes, so nothing happened. But it was my fault, and not M. Corneille's." Melusina took a deep breath: "Mr. Toledo has changed me a little. He is still very weak and his injuries have not healed yet, but he wants to help Mr. Don Rodick. I think... this is good. Not only do I praise his kindness, but I also feel that he is worthy of my trust and to make arrangements for my crime: if he thinks I can be forgiven, he will keep my secret; if he thinks I cannot be forgiven, he will tell you or Mr. Don Rodick. "