The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 242 - 219: Schemes (Part 2)

Mael Valerius frowned, not understanding why Luna would suddenly ask this question, and a trace of suspicion arose in his heart.

His dark golden eyes narrowed, "Lying to me?"

The one he had loved was always the little liar who saved him in his childhood, beautiful or ugly.

If the female in front of him wasn’t Luna, then naturally he couldn’t continue to love her.

He might even kill her.

Daring to deceive him, daring to impersonate his Luna, killing would be too lenient.

He wiped away the bloodstain at the corner of his lips and suddenly laughed softly, "If Luna is lying to me..."

His dark golden eyes suddenly contracted into slits, "I will crush the entire Lower Domain into ashes, inch by inch, including the entire Wolf Tribe..."

Luna Sutton’s breath caught; this was truly a Frenzied Beast. Just now, the argument with Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood was like children’s play.

Her steps involuntarily retreated, the sound of shattering ice being particularly jarring.

Suddenly, she regretted asking this question.

Just as she was about to say something.

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes gleamed with a cold light, instantly directing it at Mael Valerius, a slight smirk on his lips, sneering, "Just you?"

Mael Valerius raised an eyebrow, "Do you want to try?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense and confrontational.

Luna Sutton quickly stepped in to mediate, forcing a smile onto her face, "What are you doing? I was just asking casually, look how tense you got."

Mael Valerius breathed a sigh of relief, his fingertips gently caressing her cheek, and all the madness turned into tenderness in an instant, "Luna is Luna, I remember the taste of your blood, and the Lost Face Curse, I’d never mistake you for someone else."

She stared blankly at Mael Valerius, suddenly bursting into laughter.

It turned out she was the most laughable one—bearing this obsessive love with someone else’s body, like holding a ready-to-explode bomb.

In fact, it wasn’t just Mael Valerius, wasn’t Lyle Sutton the same?

If one day Lyle Sutton discovered she wasn’t his daughter at all.

But a wandering spirit wearing the shell of his daughter, all fatherly love would vanish.

He might even kill her like Mael Valerius.

On the contrary, Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus were the ones who truly liked her.

Even if a large part of it was because of her appearance.

But at least, they liked her, not the original owner.

She tucked the fallen strands of hair behind her ears and looked at the men present, "Didn’t you want to know why my face is like this? I’ll tell you now."

Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus all turned their gaze to her, clearly wanting to know the answer.

Mael Valerius knew the reason and also knew what she wanted to say next.

"When I was five, I was afflicted with the Lost Face Curse by the Great Witch of the Dragon Clan, so I grew uglier as I grew up. I only learned the truth when I came to Aetheria."

Luna Sutton said this and pointed at Mael Valerius, "It was he who used his Heart Blood to break the witchcraft on me, which restored my appearance. The way you see me now is the real me."

"Heart Blood? Lost Face Curse?"

Rhys Blackwood furrowed his brow deeply, the witch doctor’s guess was indeed correct.

His gaze instantly fell on Mael Valerius, extremely cold.

No wonder this Mad Dragon suddenly fell in love with Luna, with such twisted obsession.

It turns out they knew each other as children, and Luna had even saved him, which explains everything.

What Rhys Blackwood could think of, Corbin Crowley naturally could as well.

His silver eyes gleamed darkly, his gaze turning to Mael Valerius, his expression meaningful, "If you want us to acknowledge you as Luna’s sixth Beast Husband, then go kill your clan’s Great Witch for Luna’s revenge. As the Dragon Clan Young Master, it shouldn’t be too difficult." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

They could actually kill him themselves, but the Dragon Clan’s power was immense.

If they killed, it would certainly be dangerous.

It’s better to let Mael Valerius do it, not only to avenge Luna but also to cause friction between Mael Valerius and the Dragon Clan.

The Great Witch holds a high status, extremely important across clans, second only to the Clan Leader.

Even if Mael Valerius is the Dragon Clan Young Master, it’s not something easily done.

Even if he did kill, it would incite intense conflict within the Dragon Clan.

It might even shake his position as Young Master.

Corbin Crowley’s objective was simple: to use Mael Valerius’s hands for Luna’s revenge and incidentally weaken the opposing power.

As long as this Mad Dragon loses the support of the Dragon Clan, he can be dealt with at any time.

His gaze darkened, then he looked at Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus, inquiring lowly, "What do you think?"

Rhys Blackwood almost immediately understood Corbin Crowley’s intent; the two could be said to be of one mind.

He casually glanced at Mael Valerius, a bloodthirsty curve on his lips, "If he can’t even do this – then he’s not worthy of Luna."

Zeke Veridian folded his arms, emerald green eyes flashing coldly, nodding slightly, "I agree. If he lacks the determination and ability to avenge Luna, he indeed has no right to stay by her side."

Though his tone was calm, it carried an undeniable authority.

Malachi Arcanus didn’t quite understand, grumbling discontentedly, "Why make him go? Wouldn’t it be more satisfying if we killed him ourselves? We could even pull the Dragon Tendon out for Luna..."

Before he finished, Zeke Veridian smacked him on the back of the head, "Talk less if you’re stupid."

Corbin Crowley glanced at Malachi Arcanus, who was rubbing his head and swearing, his silver eyes showing a hint of helplessness.

This is what they call a pig teammate.

He turned his gaze to Mael Valerius, the corners of his mouth curling into a challenging smile, "What? The Dragon Clan Young Master doesn’t dare to accept this gauntlet?"

The sunset gradually descended, with only half of it hanging at the mountain’s peak.

The Dragon Horn on Mael Valerius’s head was faintly visible through his black hair, swirling with dark golden patterns.

He caressed his chest, where the sharp pain from the extraction of Heart Blood lingered, "I will kill The Sorceress."

He looked at Luna Sutton, his fingertips lightly caressing her cheek, dark golden eyes filled with an obsessive tenderness, "Luna, wait for me for three days."

He turned into a hundred-meter Torch Dragon, blocking out the sun, with his dragon roar echoing through the skies, "In three days, I’ll bring The Sorceress’s head to meet you!"

"Mael Valerius..."

Luna Sutton watched the dragon silhouette vanishing into the twilight, unable to resist calling out.

But the figure was already gone.