The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick-Chapter 435: Are You Addicted to Grave Digging?
In a pristine, tranquil European-style room, several silver lamps shone brightly, casting pure white light throughout the space.
A faint scent of lavender wafted through the air, while a soft plush carpet covered the marble floor.
Gwen had just finished her training. She hurriedly washed away the sweat from her body, changed into a relaxed white robe, and tied her silver hair into a high bun.
Her face remained expressionless, her hands tense as she gripped a crystal-clear glass of water.
Kevla stood beside her, lifting a teapot to fill an empty cup on the table.
"Thank you," came a cold voice from across the tea table.
Kevla smiled, set down the teapot, and turned to leave.
Yet that smile carried a hint of displeasure.
Viktor raised the teacup to his lips and took a sip.
A warm current slid down his throat into his stomach, enveloping his entire body in a gentle warmth.
Only then did he slowly raise his head to look at the expressionless Gwen sitting nearby.
Meanwhile, Kevla, after putting away the teapot, returned and leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed, studying Viktor:
"Tell us, brother-in-law."
"What's really going on?"
When she first saw Viktor, he had suddenly asked her to pass on a message.
Kevla had agreed.
But when Viktor asked her to tell Gwen "I'm sorry," she was completely stunned.
Could it be... that Viktor had done something to betray Gwen?
That's why when Viktor entered the room, there was still anger lingering in her heart.
But when her gaze fell on Gwen, she couldn't help but sigh.
Even after hearing those words earlier, Gwen remained expressionless.
In her somewhat vacant eyes, there was still only Viktor.
Kevla couldn't help but feel a sense of pity rising in her heart.
Her sister seemed far too pitiful.
Viktor set down his teacup, straightened his posture, and looked earnestly into Gwen's blank gaze:
"First, Gwen, I want to say I'm sorry to you."
Kevla frowned and rolled her eyes.
Oh, alright, Viktor.
We know you've wronged Gwen, now hurry up and get to the point.
However, Viktor suddenly stood up and turned his serious gaze toward Kevla.
His obsidian-like deep eyes made her feel somewhat lost.
"And you too, Miss Kevla."
"I also want to apologize to you."
Viktor bowed deeply to Kevla.
Even the one-eyed black raven perched on his shoulder followed its master, placing its wings against its chest and bowing slightly.
As if expressing its own apology.
Now Kevla was even more confused.
She stretched her neck slightly, mouth agape, blinking rapidly as she stared at Viktor.
Hmm? Ah? No...
Wait a minute?
What have you done to wrong me!?
Suddenly, she felt a chill rising up her spine, a sense of danger surging like being watched by a predator.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and cautiously glanced at Gwen.
Sure enough, a cold flash passed through Gwen's empty eyes.
Like a freezing wind sweeping across thousands of miles of ice, Kevla felt a bone-chilling crisis.
She hurriedly explained:
"No, Gwen, listen to me, there's absolutely nothing between Viktor and me..."
The next second, she caught a flash of magical light in her peripheral vision.
Kevla's voice faltered as she turned toward Viktor.
She watched him wave his hand, conjuring a blue light array that suddenly appeared in the air.
With a thunderous crash, a set of silver-white armor slammed onto the floor.
The impact made the entire mansion tremble slightly.
Kevla stood dumbfounded, staring at the silver armor.
Why does this thing seem so familiar?
Gwen's gaze was fixed on the armor, her eyes unmoving, as if completely transfixed by it.
Finally, Kevla's expression grew solemn:
"This... could it be..."
Viktor sat down calmly and nodded affirmatively:
"Yes."
His voice was deep and grave:
"This is indeed Uncle Angus's [Snow Mastiff Armor]."
With these words, the warm atmosphere of the entire mansion immediately dropped by several degrees.
Kevla and Gwen both fell into silence.
Kevla slowly raised her head, gazing at the bright silver lamps with a distant look, her facial expression becoming difficult to control.
This Snow Mastiff Armor belonged to her and Gwen's father, Angus Delin.
This armor had accompanied their father through countless snowstorms and hundreds of battles.
The powerful cold aura it contained could even activate one's berserk bloodline, granting strength beyond ordinary humans.
However, only in the cold winter could this armor exert its most powerful strength.
Angus was known as the "Snow Mastiff Knight," largely because of this set of armor.
After Angus died, this armor was placed in his tomb alongside him.
Burying this beloved armor that had accompanied Angus for half his life was also a way of showing deep respect in his burial.
Although his actions did not entirely conform to the principles of knightly justice.
After all, he had once watched indifferently as many Northern residents were placed in danger, showing no concern.
But regardless, Angus was, after all, the great knight who protected the Northern territories.
For Gwen and Kevla, no matter what, he was still their father.
And now Viktor had brought out this armor, placed it before their eyes, and apologized to them several times.
What did this indicate?
Everything was self-evident.
Kevla raised her head, holding back her emotions, took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
After a long while, she lowered her head, looked at Viktor, her eyes trembling with disbelief:
"So, you went and dug up our family's grave, right?"
Viktor silently looked at her.
After some contemplation, he slowly nodded.
Kevla: "..."
She took a deep breath, easing her dizziness.
Gently rubbing her temples, she asked Viktor with a questioning tone:
"No, my father's tomb is in the Northern territories, how did you go there and come back so quickly?"
"I'm a mage, I can teleport."
"Is that really the focus of the question!"
Kevla was on the verge of breaking down.
No matter how controversial Angus's actions were during his lifetime, he was, after all, her and Gwen's father.
Viktor, without a word, had just gone and quietly dug open the grave.
How could she, as a daughter, accept this?
Oh, it wasn't exactly without a word—he did speak eventually.
At least he came back to apologize to them.
But this couldn't erase everything Viktor had done!
Kevla covered her head, dizzily saying:
"So when you said earlier that you wanted to apologize to Gwen and me, you were referring to this?"
Viktor nodded again.
Kevla took a sharp breath and leaned against the wall:
"I thought your apology to Gwen was about emotional matters."
Now it seemed it would be better if Viktor had actually done something to wrong Gwen emotionally.
Even if Viktor had done so, Gwen might still accept it.
As long as the reason was reasonable, perhaps there was still a possibility of forgiveness.
But digging up her father's grave—how could this be forgiven?
The more Kevla thought about it, the more unreal today seemed, and everything before her eyes began to blur.
No, no, this must be a dream.
She shook her head, searching for an excuse to convince herself to accept what was happening.
But before Kevla could speak, a cold voice suddenly came from in front of her:
"I forgive you."
Kevla: "Huh?"
No, how could she suddenly forgive him?
Sister, I acknowledge that you deeply resent our father, but can we wait a moment before forgiving him...
Kevla leaned against the wall, staring blankly ahead, her face full of confusion.
Just like that, without any explanation, she forgave him?
What about the motive? The reason?
Viktor dug up their family's grave, what was it all for?
Hearing Gwen's forgiveness, Viktor leaned back slightly, as if he had already anticipated this answer.
But at this moment, Gwen's gaze shifted to Viktor's face.
"Besides this, have you done anything else that would wrong me?"
Kevla beside them seemed very surprised.
Because she suddenly realized.
This was the first time since Gwen's sudden personality change that she had actively asked someone a question.
Although this person was Viktor.
Hearing Gwen's words, Viktor raised his head.
His eyes met with Gwen's gaze.
He could clearly feel that Gwen's gaze was incredibly pure.
As if it could penetrate the soul, like a dazzling ray of light breaking through the gloom.
After a long while, Viktor's gaze didn't waver in the slightest.
After taking a deep breath, he said with a firm tone:
"No."
"I can swear to you."
The room immediately fell into silence, as if surrounded by tranquility, even the howling of the cold wind outside seemed to have stopped.
Only the sound of their breathing gradually quieted down, and their heartbeats seemed particularly loud in this silence.
Gwen gazed into Viktor's deep, obsidian-like eyes, as if her soul glimpsed some gem-like light in that profound darkness.
Suddenly, as if sensing something.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, a gentle curve climbing up her cheeks.
At this moment, Kevla beside them widened her eyes.
Wait a minute...
Gwen... she... smiled!?
Has she recovered?
Kevla didn't make a sound, she covered her mouth, somewhat unable to believe the scene before her.
She didn't dare to disturb the two; at this moment, the silence around was almost overwhelming.
In the spacious room, only the rhythmic sound of their breathing rose and fell in sync.
After a while, Gwen's slightly softer voice finally sounded in Viktor's ear.
It was like two streams intertwining, gradually merging into one.
"I believe you."
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Chapter 435: Are You Addicted to Grave Digging?
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