Female supporting style is wrong

Imperial capital, night.

The news that Helena and a certain freshman disappeared due to a demon attack and were missing was not concealed for long. It soon reached the right people. The college organized a rescue team, and the Payson Palace also sent a large number of guards. The search for this noble young lady has yielded nothing so far.

The Duke of Payson's Palace fell into anxiety over this. After receiving the news, Duke Payson hurriedly summoned people for a meeting. The Duchess also went to the Holy See to pray for the smooth return of the Duke's daughter.

She walked out of the Holy See with the support of the maid. The graceful lady's eyebrows showed a hint of worry, and she said softly, "Let's go back."

The duchess was not the duke's first wife, but the wife he married later, and Helena was the child born to the first duchess, but they got along well, at least maintaining the surface of motherly love and filial piety. The duchess knew her Due to her identity, she wisely never cares about her stepdaughter's affairs.

Even after she became a duchess from a commoner, she was never frivolous and indulgent. She was strict with herself, elegant and reserved, and had an excellent reputation in the imperial capital.

She returned to the Duke's Mansion. The Duke's meeting was not over yet, so she went to sleep by herself without disturbing it.

In the middle of the night, the Duchess was awakened by a gust of wind.

She got up and found that the window had been opened at some point.

Under the clear feather gauze, the bright and cold moonlight was as bright as thousands of silver threads, spreading thin shadows. The woman walked to the window and leaned slightly to close the window.

The rough cry attracted the attention of the duchess. A black crow flew over with fluttering wings. The duchess whispered softly, "Poor little guy, what are you doing here?"

According to legend, the crow is a sign of ominousness and bad luck, so it was expelled by the people. Unlike the white dove, which symbolizes purity and holiness, it rarely appears in the imperial capital.

There was no disgust on the Duchess's face, and her slender fingers were slowly combing the crow's wings.

It put down the letter in its mouth and flew away again.

The envelope was bright red, as if smeared with thick blood, and the seal was biting a pair of ferocious wings, small and delicate, like the bone wings of a bat or a devil.

She was slightly startled and opened the letter.

The young and dignified noble lady read the text above in the moonlight, her body uncontrollably trembling slightly, as if she was in disbelief and excited.

She breathed a sigh of relief, a secret smile appearing on her face.

Early the next morning, the Duchess presented the letter to the Duke, who had been awake all night.

The other person read very quickly, but his brows furrowed slightly.

"Are you sure what's written here is true?"

He covered the back of the Duchess's hand, noticing the cold temperature underneath, and squinted his eyes slightly, with a faint look and scrutiny in his eyes.

"I dare not lie to deceive the Duke," the Duchess said sadly, "but I am worried that someone will use this to attack the Duke's palace."

"After all, the identity of the person who sent the letter is unknown. I am afraid that he will announce the matter to His Majesty before us, causing us to lose the initiative, thus creating a scandal for the Duke's Palace and making us lose His Majesty's favor."

The Duke lowered his eyes and tapped his knuckles on the table, making a low sound.

She knew that the Duke was moved by her.

"I will report this matter to His Majesty."

said the Duke at last.

What was written in the letter was very concise, pointedly pointing out that the Duke's daughter Helena had the blood of a witch that had not yet awakened in her body.