The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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Since there are no signs of being possessed by an evil spirit or manipulated by an external force, what is going on with Leon?

Helena carefully put the diary back in its original place, then walked directly from behind the desk to Leon's side.

Looking at Leon, who stood there dumbfounded, she frowned slightly, puzzled.

Although Helena harbored no ill will towards Leon at this moment, her close proximity to him exerted immense pressure on him.

Why is she staring at me like that?

Could it be that she's found out I was faking it?

Could she suddenly give herself a "deterioration"?

The heart rate was rapidly increasing.

Leon's face began to turn pale with nervousness, but fortunately, Leon's handsome face was naturally very pale, so Helena would hardly notice this detail unless she paid close attention.

It is not advisable to do nothing.

Running away immediately with a shout of "Ahhh!" is also not advisable.

Therefore, faced with this dilemma, Leon chose to pretend that nothing had happened and that he knew nothing.

So how can one reasonably ensure that they know nothing?

The first word that came to Leon's mind was "sleepwalking".

That's right,

I'm sleepwalking!

I was merely sleepwalking through the study.

So Helena, do whatever you want in the study.

This prince can see nothing and knows nothing!

Can't I just sleepwalk around, tidy up the bookshelf normally, and then leave quickly?

There shouldn't be anything wrong with this, right?

"Hmm—Leon?"

Helena walked to Leon's side, her delicate, fair hand tentatively waving in front of him.

Leon showed no reaction, continuing to ignore Helena and rearranging the books on the bookshelf.

Helena would do such a thing

This allowed Leon's tense nerves to relax somewhat.

This means that she didn't intend to kill him, and it also shows that his acting skills were quite good, and she didn't realize that he was faking it.

From the diary Helena was holding when she first appeared, Leon was certain that she had already read his forged diary.

It's unknown whether Helena still wanted to kill him after reading the diary.

But if Helena still had any sense, it would have been incredibly foolish of her to attack Leon at that moment.

She had already endured so many days, and tomorrow was Sunday. If she made a move against Leon now, her entire plan would be ruined.

Leon took this gamble, which is why he avoided the best course of action—running away immediately.

Was it sleepwalking?

Helena eventually came to this conclusion.

She had only ever heard of sleepwalking, but had never witnessed it firsthand. She had always been very curious about what a person's state was like when they were sleepwalking.

It is said that

Never wake a sleepwalker.

Otherwise, something terrible will happen.

If I were to wake Leon at this moment...

So what terrifying things will happen?

Will Leon turn into the devil in a fairy tale?

Or does he prefer the evil dragon who steals the beautiful princess?

If it's the second one, then there's no need to panic.

Because Helena isn't a princess.

If it's pretty,

I couldn't possibly be prettier than the princess, could I?

Of course, this naive idea only flashed through Helena's mind for a moment.

After all, Helena is 19 years old, almost 20.

Although the naivety of youth is long gone, a trace of childlike innocence still remains.

Time cannot be stopped, childhood may disappear, but it will never be gone.

Leon continued with his work, and Helena did not interfere. She simply found a comfortable spot on the sofa and sat down, then, like a well-behaved and curious child, rested her elbows on the armrests, cupped her delicate and lovely face in her hands, and watched Leon walk around the study.

Really

Helena had no other intentions.

She was simply surprised and delighted to witness someone sleepwalking for the first time, and curious about what sleepwalkers do.

But Leon isn't a mind reader for Helena; how could he possibly know what she's thinking?

Helena watched her performance with such leisure.

In Leon's imagination, it was probably just like watching monkeys in a zoo.

What's even more unbearable is that I have to play the kind of "monkey" she wants to see.

Is that enough?

If I go back to my room now, I hope no one will suspect anything, right?

This is the first time Leon has pretended to sleepwalk.

Ultimately, I still lacked some experience.

Therefore, in order not to arouse Helena's suspicion, he paced around the room doing several things he usually did in his study before cautiously walking towards the door.

Fortunately, Helena still didn't make any move; she just quietly looked at herself.

Click,

The door was closed again, and Leon finally had a legitimate reason to escape the study.

As he left the room, Leon didn't forget to snap his fingers again to extinguish all the flames inside.

Is this sleepwalking?

There doesn't seem to be anything special about it.

Sitting in the darkness, Helena thought to herself.

Without lingering, Helena quickly erased any trace of her presence before returning to her room where she was imprisoned. She then locked herself in, put the handcuffs and shackles back on, and finally hugged the soft blue sponge pillow.

She fell asleep soon after.

so close!

Back in his room, Leon quickly hid under the covers.

Although they are out of danger,

However, he still felt a lingering sense of unease.

I'm really a talent.

That should be enough to fool them!

However, Helena is also a talented person.

Even with all this, you can't see any flaws!

No, both Helena and I are talented.

One dares to act, and the other dares to watch.

hiss,

Okay, there are too many things to complain about, I'll go to sleep now.

We must be fully prepared to deal with tomorrow's crisis!

tomorrow……

Tomorrow is Sunday.

Helena will escape from the palace.

In the original storyline,

He's such a despicable villain.

You'll die...

What's meant to happen will happen eventually.

P.S.: I'm starting to update twice a week now. It's so hard. I used to write Xianxia (fantasy/cultivation) novels, and this is my first time writing a Western fantasy novel. Plus, I'm a terrible writer and I type very slowly, so it takes me about three hours to write a chapter. So, could you... give me some... monthly tickets? (>﹏<)

Chapter Seventeen: The Time of Death

Outside the window, the night was cool and still.

A spacious and clean guest room in the palace was closed.

The fire inside the fireplace was burning brightly.

Leon stood opposite a knight fully encased in armor.

"Leon, guess who I am?"

The knight looked at Leon, a deep, resonant sound emanating from within his solid, barrel-shaped helmet.

"You are--"

Before Leon could finish speaking, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The remaining few words were stuck in his throat; no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't spit them out.

"Leon, it's time to settle our score."

The knight quickly removed his helmet.

What came into view was a stunningly beautiful young woman.

"What—what are you doing!"

Leon retreated in fear, flames rapidly erupting from his palms.

"Ah."

However, Helena just smiled dismissively.

The next instant, her killing intent was palpable.

"Deterioration!!!"

Deterioration! ! !

Damn it! ! !

Inside the central banquet hall of the palace.

Leon, who was propping his head up with one hand and leaning against the banquet table, suddenly woke up.

Because the nightmare he had just experienced was so traumatic, he couldn't help but yell out loud.

"Whoo~"