The Commander's Useless Wife Is Actually a Hidden Boss!-Chapter 296: Madness, Total Madness

"You’re planning to kill another son?" Celia said sarcastically.

Duke Glirward’s face turned an iron shade of blue, but he naturally shifted the blame onto Celia. "What nonsense are you spouting? Am I not doing this all for you? Just because I’ve been focusing on you, wanting to groom you as the successor, your brothers have become very resentful."

Celia listened as her father did not forget to concoct a bewitching story even at this time, the corner of her mouth curling into a sarcastic arc.

"No need."

"What?"

"You supporting me won’t make me the Duchess anyway. Only after you die can I become the Duchess! So, Father, please die! There will be no more disputes once you’re dead. Don’t worry, I will take good care of your bastards."

"You... You dare to commit patricide?" Duke Glirward was furious, but he still had some reliance in his heart.

Having been the Duke for so many years, it was impossible for him to be outwitted by his daughter. Celia’s talent was not bad, but he was not inferior; in terms of combat experience, ten Celias could not compare to him.

It was just that he was taken by surprise without any defense this time. The conversation just now was merely Duke Glirward delaying time, secretly communicating with his Mecha using spiritual power.

"I just want to become a Duchess a bit sooner."

"Don’t even dream about it. Even if I died, you could never become the Duke." He had never groomed Celia as a successor; his previous promises were just to deceive her.

Had it not been for ten years ago, when Princess Freya fortuitously chose Celia as her reading companion, she would not even have had the chance to be a pawn or a nail for him.

Utterly foolish.

Celia’s face was tranquil, as if the person who was deceived was not herself. "You really were lying to me, but no matter, once you die, all I need to do is kill all your sons, and I will be the only inheritor."

Duke Glirward finally revealed an angry expression, cursing bitterly and venomously.

"You are truly disheartening as a person so lowly, cruel, and sinister."

Duke Glirward looked at his daughter with disdain. "My dear daughter, don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re a good person. You are my daughter, with the same blood flowing in your veins. Cold-blooded, treacherous, calculating... aren’t you the same?"

"If not because you lured the trusting Princess Freya out ten years ago, allowing us to capture her and forcing Joseph IV to die, the current Majesty wouldn’t have succeeded in the coup. I wouldn’t have defeated my elder brother to become the Duke of the Glirward family, hahaha... We both benefited from that coup!"

"Hahaha... If I hadn’t cooperated with His Majesty, I would never have been able to usurp the title from my elder brother in my next life! Celia, you too; speaking of which, I am truly grateful! It was because of you that His Majesty, then the Crown Prince, proactively approached me."

Duke Glirward’s words ruthlessly opened up Celia’s inner wounds, driving her out of control as she frantically swung her long sword.

"Die, die... die, die."

"My Mecha... Someone come! Quick, someone!"

"Stop shouting, your Mecha can’t come; listen to the sounds of battle from outside; that’s someone suppressing your Mecha. Even if you exhaust your spiritual power, it won’t make it in time."

Duke Glirward frantically fled and dodged, but the room was only so big, and all his evasions were futile. Celia kept striking him time after time.

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