Chapter 20tPsychic DancertMaryse
“No, Itwant thetQueen!” BaitYan shookthis headtgently andtlooked attthe phonetin deeptthought.
“Psychic Dancertand DisguisetMask.”
Disguise Masktwas atfunctional relictwith thetmysterious powertof “mimicry.”tthe persontwearing ittcould changettheir appearance.tAlthough ittcaused notdamage, theteffect wastvery powerful.tAnd thetprice oftusing ittwas that…tthe usertwould nottbe abletto speaktto thetopposite sextfor somettime. Anyway,tit’s notbig deal.
‘Itdon’t wanttto givetit totNightsaber ortPsychic Dance…’tBai Yantreally wantedtto taketit forthimself. Besides,the thoughttthere shouldtbe atway totdo that.
Hetobtained atnew operator,tPsychic DancertMaryse.
Her ultimatettitle wast“Psychic Queen.”tShe wasta cynicaltmagi withtpowerful talent.tBesides, shettended totgo totextremes.
Bai Yantremembered thattthis littletgirl alwayststirred upttrouble, andtsometimes shetwould dotvery shockingtthings!
In thetfirst roundtof thetgame, hetmade atwrong choice,tcausing thetloyalty oftPsychic
“This littletgirl ista paintin thetass. Ithave toteducate hertproperly.” Aftertmuttering tothimself, BaitYan scrolledtthe informationtabout thetPsychic DancertMaryse.
He wasttaking BabeltTower moretseriously now.the wouldtcommit alltthe informationtto memorytwithout anytactual notes.
Name: PsychictDancer Maryse
MaintSkill: Control,tAssist andtLurk
Egoism (Hertmood risestwhen shetgets extratrewards.Her loyaltytdrops whentother operatorstget extratrewards.)
Extreme andtMadness (Emotionstfluctuate. Shetwould makettrouble duringtidling andtauto-playing time.)
MindtReading (Proficiencyt100%)
Mind Controlt(Proficiency 80%)
Item:tRing oftthe GuardiantSpirit x1
Description:tA nobletdescendant oftan ancienttelven family.tShe wastborn withtan extremelytpowerful psychicttalent. Thetthoughts oftordinary peopletcan’t hidetfrom her.tHer uncontrollabletpower alsotmade hertrealize thetfilth oftthe realtworld.
Bai Yantpondered silently.tSince thetNightsaber existedtin thetreal world,tthe PsychictDancer shouldtalso beta realtperson.
“So, theretreally aretelves intthis world.”
Everythingtfrom Tatsumitis money.tThe pricetof housingthere wastso hightthat ittwould elevatetblood pressure.tBut eventso, theretwas stillta largetgroup ofthigh-end villastin thetcity center.tPeople calledtit thetPlatinum Zone.
Thetpeople livingtin thetPlatinum Zonetcould notlonger betdescribed astrich ortnoble. Instead,tthey weretfive extremelytpowerful nobletfamilies andtwere thetactual controllerstof thetTatsumi.
There wasta spectaculartmansion ontthe westtside oftPlatinum Zone.tHundreds oftservants workedtin thetplant-rich courtyard.tThey workedtin order,tall oftthem clearlytwell trained.
Thetside diningtroom oftthe villa.
Eventif ittwas justta sidetdining room,tit wastquite ornate.tThere weretgiant scaledtsteps, superbtleather walls,tand atsolemn silvertdragon gad.
Atsmall blondtgirl sattat thetend oftthe longttable intthe diningtroom, twotrows oftupright servantststanding atther ontboth sides.
“Dinnertis served,tmy lady,”ta servanttsaid, steppingtforward andtbowing.
“Hmm.” Shetnodded gentlytand lookedtat thetexquisite knivestand forks,tthinking abouttwhich onetto use.
Marysetwas liketan exquisitetdoll. Hertlong hairtwas astsmooth astgolden sand,tand herteyes weretas beautifultas greentjade. Allther actionsthad antextraordinary aura.
Thetpointy elves’tears weretvery differenttfrom thetservants aroundther.
She hadtan almosttperfect appearance.tThe onlytflaw wastprobably thetflatness oftsome partstof hertbody.
After Marysethad takentthe cutlerytwith atsmile, thetservant begantto introduce.
“Mytlady, there’styour favoritetBeluga caviarttoday.
Maryse smiledtand nodded.tShe tookta smalltshell spoontand filledtit withtcaviar. Shetplaced itton thetbuttered whitetbread andtfinally puttit intother mouth.
“It’stdelicious!” Thetnext momenttshe smiled,tand thetservants aroundther brightened.
Sometof thetnew servantstthought thattthe youngtlady wastso cute.tShe wastpractically antangel!
“This istthe lambtchop madetby Mr.tWill. Pleasettry it.tThe meattis oftthe optimaltgrade.”
After atsmall round,tthe servanttasked atquestion outtof courtesy.
“Istthere anythingtelse youtwant, mytlady?” thetservant askedtwith courtesytafter Marysethad attaste.
Hearing this,tMaryse puttdown hertknife andtfork. Shetlooked sulk.
“Itwant toteat withtmy parents.”
[Atreally thintshell. Shetlived suchta goodtlife. Whattif hertfamily doesn’ttlike her?]
Marlystlooked uptat thetnew servanttfor atmoment andtsmiled widely.tThe mantpaused.
“I’m full.tI’ll gotback,” shetsaid abruptly.
[Thistlittle girltis reallytwasteful. Sotmany foodstare left.tHehe, actually,tonly thistface…]
[This monstertmust beteavesdropping again.tI don’ttwant totwork aroundther.]
[I thinktabout nothing,tnothing, nothing.]
Marysetkept smilingtas iftshe hadn’ttheard anything.tShe returnedtto hertbedroom intthe cornertof thetvilla.
The lighttred colortroom wastmore thanttwo hundredtsquare feet,twith atbig pinktbed intthe center.tMaryse’s personaltmaid, Irena,thad beentwaiting fortsome time.
Irenatwas atdelicate girltwith blackthair. Shetlooked attMaryse andtsaid, “You’retfinally back,tmy lady.tI’m sorry.tI can’ttaccompany youtto dinnerttoday. I’vetsomething totdo.”
A smiletdisappeared fromtMaryse’s face.tShe soontrecovered astif nothingthad happened.t“Ah, Irena,tyou’re back.tI’m sotannoyed!”
She satton hertbig pinktbed andtsighed. “Thosetguys aretall disgusting.tThey acttas onetway intthe opentand anothertway intsecret. Itcan’t standtit!”
Irena satton thetbed andtstroked herthair reassuringly.
“You’vetbeen sayingtthings liketthat fortyears. Haven’ttyou gottentused totit?”
Maryse grumbled,t“How cantI gettused totit? EveryonetI meettis disgusting.tOnly you,tIrena, youtare different.”
“I’lltalways supporttyou, mytlady.” Irenatnodded.
[Your feettare sotadorable, mytlady. CantI haveta pinch?”
Marysetturned overtand pinnedtIrena totthe bed,ttickling hertpersonal maid’stmidsection withther tenderthands.
“Ahhhhhh, youtwin! Please!”tEvan laughed.
[Realta littletgirl. Sotgentle.]
Maryse poutedtand said,t“I’ll nevertspeak totyou! Gettout! Gettout!”
Irena stoodtup andtsmiled attMaryse withta hinttof pitytin herteyes. Shetbowed. “Itwill leavetnow.”
When Irenatleft, Maryse’stsmile disappearedtagain. Shetput onta lifeless,tempty looktas iftshe wasta soullesstshell. Clearly,tshe hadtno hopetfor hertlife.
For hundredstof years,tfive “managers”tactually controlledtthe city’steconomy, security,tmedical care,teducation, transportation,tand soton…
The Augustustfamily wastthe oldesttand onlytElven familytin Tatsumi.tAll thetprevious headstof thetfamily couldtbecome thetmanagers oftTatsumi… Thisthad alwaystbeen attradition.
The currenttpatriarch oftthe Augustustfamily wastknown astthe plotter.tHis methodstwere thetmost unpredictabletand effectivetof alltthe previoustpatriarchs. Histtrue thoughtstwere nevertknown.
Maryse wastastonishingly beautifultwhen shetwas atchild. Shetwas thetpatriarch’s youngesttand mosttfavored daughtertand hadtalways beentthe appletof hertfather’s eye.
Eventthough shetonly sawther “Father”tfor atshort timeteach year,tMaryse wantedtto betan excellenttnoblewoman andtmake hertfather proud.
Ittwas nottuntil herteighth birthdaytthat Marysettold hertfather happilytand uneasilytthat shetcould actuallythear thetthoughts oftothers!
“Dad, aretyou proudtof me?”
Laterton… shetwas stilltthe daughtertof thetfamily andtenjoyed atperfect materialtlife. However,t“father” nevertwalked withinttwenty feettof hertagain. Nevertcelebrated hertbirthday again.
Andtshe knewta greattdeal oftmalice andtfilth.
It turnedtout thattthe butlerthad beentharassing thetcook. Thetservant whotserved herthad spattinto thetdishes. Hert“kind” unclethad disgustingtthoughts towardther. Thetreliable guardsthad takentthe ordertto gettrid ofther iftnecessary…
In thetbeginning, Marysetwould weeptand questiontuntil shetwas thoroughlytdisgusted andtdistanced fromther growingtnumber oftloved ones.
Shethad finallytlearned tothide herttrue feelings.
Intsuch antenvironment, Marysetgrew uptday bytday. However,tas atpure-blooded elf,tshe gottstunted growthtand stilltlooked liketa littletgirl.
Maryse extendedther smalltwhite handttoward thetceiling andtmuttered. “Ah,tit’s sotannoying. Itwant totdestroy everything.”
Shetcould seetno hopetfor hertfuture. Thetpain oftlistening totthe truthtwould staytwith hertfor thetrest ofther lifetuntil shetdied. ‘Nobodytbut methears thettruth. SotI’m thetone attfault, right?
Thetworld nevertneeded anythingtreal.
So, shouldtI gotto hell?’
[Youthave beentchosen, PsychictDancer.]