The Rise Of The Unwanted Girl (Athena) novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372

Torrential rain lashed down as violet lightning tore through the night sky.

Under the night sky, the Princess’s mansion Hond in opulent grandeur, yet inexplicably exuded an air of decay.

The sprawling garden was completely deserted–not a single soul in sight.

Lizzie, her hair wild and unkempt and her face contorted with terror, stumbled frantically through the garden.

“Stay away. Don’t come near me,” Lizzie screamed hysterically.

The world around Lizzie twisted grotesquely as countless bloodied hands clawed at her skirt, pulling with inhuman strength as if to drag her into the abyss

Lizzie kicked and thrashed wildly, screaming, “Get away. Go away. It wasn’t me. I didn’t kill you. I didn’t kill any of you,”

Raindrops the size of marbles pelted her face. Her long hair, matted and tangled, clung to her skin like venomous snakes–ice–cold and clammy.

Lizzie pressed her back against the wall, frantically brandishing a wooden stick. “No, Get away. Stay away from me,” she screamed, her voice cracking with terror,

She watched in horror as the corpses from the mass grave clawed their way out of the earth, one after another.

Their rotting corpses were in various states of decay, with bones protruding through the flesh in places

Lizzie turned pale, huddled in the corner with her arms wrapped tightly around her head, utterly paralyzed with terror.

“Ferris, save me. Please save the Lizzie’s consciousness wavered between feverish heat and icy chills as she dragged herself forward through the flooded courtyard, her fingernails clawing desperately at the cracks between the stone slabs,

Lightning flashed, and through the misty veil of rain emerged a figure clad in moon–white

Ferris stood with his hands clasped behind his back against the palace wall. His usually affectionate, charming eyes now glinted with frost.

Under his umbrella, Ferris watched with ley detachment as Lizzie collapsed into hysterical sobs. Not a flicker of emotion crossed his cold, impassive face.

Phantomheart Grass could amplify one’s deepen fears to unbearable extremes.

Ferris had laced those dishes with a large amount of Phantomheart Grass. But with lethal poison already in Ferris’s system, mere Phantomheart Crass couldn’t possibly harm him.

Yet after consuming the food tainted by Phantomheart Grass, Lizzie’s mind was completely enslaved by the drug.

Ferris extended his hand, letting the icy rain gather in his palm, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Arthur wanted Lizzie to disappear without a trace, yet dared not dirty his own hands. And so, Ferris became the sharpest weapon in his arsenal,

Before she knew it. Lizzie had crawled to Ferris feet, her voice trembling with desperation as she pleaded, “Ferris, where are you? Please, help me.

Save me.

Lizzie was caked in mud, her long hair plastered to her face. No trace remained of her former nobility. Now she was nothing more than a dying wretch.

A subtle shift crossed Ferris’s features. Just as he was about to leave, Lizzie seemed to sense his presence.

A sudden, desperate cry tore from Lizzie’s throat “You’re here, aren’t you? I know you are.”

With an anguished cry, Lizzie summoned her last ounce of strength and reached out desperately, Her hands flailed blindly through the air. Though Ferris stood right before her, her clouded vision could no longer perceive him.

Just as Lizzie’s hand was about to brush against the hem of Ferris’s robes, he recalled a step. His eyes glimmered with undisguised revulsion.

“You’re so filthy.” Ferris’s voice, laced with contempt, stabbed into Lizzie’s ears

She froze for a moment, then a hollow, almost hysterical Laugh burst from her lips. “So it really was you pulling the strings. Well, dying by your hand–I have no regrets.

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Chapter 372

Perhaps the heavy rain brought Lizzie a moment of clarity. Clutching her head as she slumped against the steps, she smiled vacantly at the empty

you all this time?” air. I always knew this day would come, just not so soon. Ferris, do you know why I’ve clung to

Just as Ferris was about to leave, a cold gust of wind whipped up the hem of his robe. He paused, glancing back at Lizzie, unsure if she was truly mad or just pretending

But no matter what once someone consumed Phantomheart Grass, there was no coming back.

Its victims drown endlessly in their own fears, unable to escape, until fear itself finally claims their lives. But Lizzie’s question echoed in Ferris’s mind

Why did it have to be me?‘ he wondered. “After all, she keeps plenty of handsome guys–most of them far better looking than I am.

As if compelled by some unseen force, Ferris stopped in his tracks. Holding a black umbrella, Ferris descended the steps and stood in the veil of rain. Gazing down at her, he asked.“Why?”

Lizzie’s body stiffened slightly as her unfocused eyes strained desperately to open wider.

She seemed to be searching for Ferris through the haze. But it was no use her vision had failed her completely.

Lizzie’s mind was filled with a cacophony of voices–the wails of vengeful spirits. She could even feel icy hands clutching at her neck, slowly creeping up her back.

This bone–chilling sensation drove her to the brink of madness.

Lizzie wrapped her arms tightly around herself, shivering uncontrollably.

Her lips were pale, and her voice trembled as Lizzie said, “Ever since I was a child, I was raised in the lap of luxury, surrounded by people constantly fawning over me. Yet not a single one of them ever truly cared.

“But that day, when I was whipping a palace maid, you stepped in and stopped me. You told me that as a princess, I should show compassion. I couldn’t take lives so lightly

only one who won’t just obey me because I’m the princess.”

“Even though you were scolding me, I was strangely happy, because you’re the only one

At this point, Lizzie broke down in quiet sobs. Bloody tears streamed from her eyes as she clutched her head in agony.

She sobbed, “I wanted to be a good person–truly, I genuinely wanted to turn over a new leaf. But the very first thing Arthur did after seizing power was to have someone violate me. It was he who destroyed my entire life.

“In this treacherous palace, with no one to rely on, how could I possibly survive! So I threw caution to the wind and became the slut–only by doing this could I make Arthur lower his guard against me.”

Lizzie threw her head back in hysterical laughter. “A princess by birth, yet living such a wretched life. I can’t control my fate, can’t break free from their grip–so I choose to wallow in the filth myself.”

Clutching her chest in agony, Lizzie wore a pained expression, her clouded gare seemingly fixed on Ferris.

She stretched out a trembling hand toward him and pleaded. “Tm dying, Ferris. Won’t you just hold me? I truly don’t resent you. For me, death is a kind of release.”

That hand, once caked in mud, was now startlingly clean, scoured by the relentless downpour.

Ferris’s brow furrowed slightly as he remained motionless. Disappointment welled in Lizzie’s eyes. With a bitter, self–mocking laugh, she murmured. “Of course, who would ever want to hold someone like me!”

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