MM Racing Chapter 60 Clash
Chapter 60 Clash
Cecilia didn't want to place all her hopes on the boy and his friends, since the boy had mentioned to her when she was introducing the situation in the territory that the Lawrence family had been keeping a close eye on them recently.
She didn't want to be a burden; she had to save herself.
Cecilia hadn't expected that before she could even figure out where to begin, her train of thought would be interrupted by a series of urgent noises.
She strained her ears to discern the source of the sound and finally realized that it seemed to be coming from the window.
But the room had already been checked when she was first locked up. It seemed to be a place specifically for locking people up. The windows were even sealed with iron bars, giving no chance for anyone to escape.
Conversely, it's impossible for anyone to get in from there.
So who would be so foolish as to knock on her window?
With this incomprehensible thought in mind, Cecilia pulled back the curtain she had just closed.
Outside the window, a little wind sprite, who could easily pass through the iron bars since it wasn't human, but was blocked by another layer of glass, was knocking again and again. Upon seeing her, its two beady eyes immediately turned into poached eggs in grievance.
Cecilia quickly opened the window for him.
As soon as the door was opened a crack, the little guy couldn't wait to squeeze in and rush into her arms to complain.
Unfortunately, due to the language barrier, Cecilia couldn't understand what he was saying at all and could only guess that he was cursing the person who closed the window.
Cecilia, who had noticed the window was open during the previous inspection and then casually closed it: *cough*
Feeling a little guilty, she hugged the wind sprite tighter and changed the subject: "Why are you here? Have they already figured out how to save me?"
Under Cecilia's expectant gaze, the wind sprite shook her head.
"Chirp chirp—" he chirped awkwardly twice.
There was no plan whatsoever; rescuing someone from the Lawrence family was no easy task.
The Gunnhild and Legenfender families had long been dissatisfied with the rule of Dekalapian, although they knew they were nothing more than ants in the eyes of the demons, and they concealed this discontent in order to protect themselves.
However, when Descarabian issued some harsh decrees, they couldn't help but offer their advice a few more times. Over time, the self-important king became extremely displeased with them and instead entrusted more matters to the Lawrence family, who had remained silent.
It can be said that the Lawrence family is the most powerful family in the current territory.
A direct attack is definitely not going to work, but if we try a softer approach, we'll have to see if Vanillari falls for it.
But that guy is incredibly clever. He can uncover a lot of information from the slightest suspicious detail. They wouldn't dare to try anything without a foolproof plan.
The wind sprite still remembered listening to the various bizarre rescue plans they came up with while perched on the boy's shoulder, only to have them abruptly halted the next second due to a suddenly discovered loophole.
This process repeated itself several times until he grew impatient and, worried that Cecilia would suffer inhuman torture in Vanillari's hands, he slipped away.
He was a wind spirit, a wisp of wind among thousands, and naturally he could transform into a wind that no one could detect and slip into this place. Following the familiar scent, he quickly found the place where Cecilia was imprisoned.
*
Although the wind spirit didn't bring any good news, Cecilia was still grateful for his arrival. At least with him around, it would be much easier for her to pass on any information she discovered. Besides, having someone with her always made her feel at ease.
Thinking this, she smiled gratefully at the little one: "Thank you for coming to see me."
Along with the words of gratitude came a kiss from the girl—she gently kissed the wind sprite's cheek.
In her eyes, it was just a gesture of affection, but to the wind sprite it seemed to be a big deal, and Cecilia could clearly see the little one's face turn red.
The wind sprite, which was originally a blend of blue and white, is now completely dyed pink, with dizzy eyes like mosquito coils, and looks like it can't even tell which way is which.
Cecilia shook the little one worriedly, but the little one still didn't respond at all.
Just as she was about to try to find some first aid to save him, there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning. Cecilia could only tuck the wind sprite under the covers and focus on dealing with the uninvited guest.
The person who came was Vanila Rui.
Seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed, the woman calmly said, "Did I disturb you? But even if I did, I can only apologize in advance. However, I think you'll need to come and have breakfast first."
She was carrying two simple breakfast items.
Cecilia's face still showed traces of panic. Vanilla noticed this but said nothing, only raising an eyebrow.
This subtle change in expression immediately made Cecilia stand up alertly, seizing the initiative before Cecilia could speak: "I thought you were going to lock me up here and starve me for a couple of days so you could easily extract other information from me later."
"How could that be?" Vanilla shrugged. "Didn't I say that protecting every member of the family is a virtue of the Lawrence family from ancient times to the present? I won't take action against you before I've investigated the matter thoroughly. But if you really want to try that method, I don't mind granting your wish."
Cecilia wouldn't ask for trouble.
She sat down opposite Vanilla and quietly ate breakfast with her.
Vanilla seemed to want to give her time to think, and didn't say anything more.
Her words had another meaning; she was asking Cecilia whether she was prepared to admit or deny that she was Lawrence's child, with two different choices leading to two different outcomes.
If she's smart enough, she'll only choose the former.
But Cecilia didn't; she was still weighing the pros and cons to see which option would be more beneficial to her.
The drawbacks of the latter are obvious and almost self-evident. However, while the former seems to have no downsides, it also harbors hidden dangers. As for the source of these dangers—
Cecilia stole a glance at the guy in front of her, and just then her eyes met the woman's smiling gaze.
The crisis stems entirely from how Vanila will react to a suddenly appearing member of their race.
Cecilia believed she wouldn't harm her own kind, but—what about house arrest? Isn't that what she's doing now?
After clarifying his identity, the next thing to investigate is what the purpose of the picture album he was selling is, right?
With this kind of peeling-back questioning, she was very confident that she wouldn't accidentally reveal any information.
Therefore, just in case, we shouldn't open this door lightly.
Cecilia thought she had been very careful, but little did she know that Vanillari's schemes were far more elaborate than she had imagined.
From the moment she began to hesitate about which one to choose, Vanilla was certain that everything she did was for ulterior motives, and could even indirectly guess that she was indeed a member of the Lawrence family.
If she weren't, she would have been frantically trying to find a way to ensure her safety by now. She would only be so calm if she could prove that she was a member of the Lawrence family and be sure that her life was not in danger.
During this brief period of contact, Vanilla had already figured out Cecilia's personality.
Although she is intelligent, she seems to have not experienced much and finds it difficult to hide her emotions.
Vanilla chuckled softly, but Cecilia didn't hear it.
Seeing that the person opposite her seemed completely unaware, she felt that there was no suspense about what would happen next, so she didn't bother to investigate the fact that Cecilia seemed to be hiding something when she first came in.
In the end, she couldn't escape it.
After having breakfast and confirming that Cecilia still didn't intend to speak, Vanilla left indifferently.
As soon as she left, the atmosphere in the room immediately became much more relaxed. Cecilia let out a breath of stale air, then remembered the wind spirit and quickly went to turn over her blanket.
However, the little guy had already crawled out on his own, but he seemed to be shy. A blanket covered half of his face, leaving only his round eyes looking at her.
Cecilia patted his head and asked him to pass on a message to the boys.
"Mistress Lawrence won't do anything to me for now. I can hold out for a while, so don't worry. I'll try my best to find a way to escape as soon as possible."
"Chirp!" The wind sprite patted its chest, as if to say, "Leave it all to me!"
Cecilia was amused and couldn't help but reach out and pat his head.
*
The wind sprite was very fast; when he arrived back, the boy and the others hadn't even come to a conclusion yet and were sitting together looking distressed.
Seeing him return, the boy belatedly realized something was missing from his shoulder: "Huh? Where did you go?"
The wind sprite nestled shyly into his palm, and its adorable appearance immediately sparked a thought in the boy: "You went to find Cecilia?"
"Chirp chirp." The wind sprite nodded.
Gunnhildr and Legnford immediately gathered around, the latter, less patient, repeatedly asking, "How is she? Has Vanillari given her a hard time?"
The wind sprite thought for a moment, and since they could all sit together to eat, it shouldn't be considered difficult, right?
So he shook his head.
The three of them immediately relaxed, especially the boy, since it was his idea to have Cecilia sell the picture books.
The wind sprite chirped at him, gesturing with its hands and feet to show the scene it saw, vividly performing a skit.
After finishing everything, he even raised his hand to wipe away non-existent beads of sweat from his forehead, looking as if to say, "I really worked hard."
Little did he know that with his short arms and legs, his gestures looked like a joke, and no one could understand him, at least not Gunnhildr and Legnfender, except for the boy who shared a telepathic connection with him.
"I see, then we can rest assured for now." The boy nodded with relief, then explained the meaning of the wind spirit to Gunnhildr and Legnfinde. After finishing, he added, "Although Cecilia said that, it will probably be difficult for her to escape alone. We have to help her."
However, things became much simpler now that the wind sprites could freely enter and leave Lawrence's mansion, and the boy had a general idea in mind.
(End of this chapter)
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