My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

Chapter 53: She’s Not Qualified

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Master Watson, there are a few people outside the castle. One of them is a woman named Monica. She says that she’s your fiancée. Would you like to go out and take a look?”

Ten minutes later, Liszt stood in the hall on the first floor of Blackmoon Castle and spoke to his master.

Watson was in front of him; he wore a small black shirt. He frowned.

His fiancée?

How could he have a fiancée? He had never even heard of the name Monica. Did his father, Edward, hide it from him? It should not be the case.

Watson phrased his words carefully. “Liszt, are you sure it’s my fiancée?”

“They said Blackmoon Castle’s young master’s fiancée. Since you are the young master here, so…” Liszt was also a little lost. The woman named Monica looked almost 20 years old, while Watson was only a little over ten years old; the woman was ten years older than the man. That seemed like a May-December relationship, and it made him feel strange. When he saw Watson’s blank expression, he felt even weirder.

However, did Blackmoon Castle have another young master other than Watson?

Perhaps the people outside were liars; it was a ruse to covet the Blackmoon Castle’s properties and to con them for a place to stay and food to eat.

Liszt said, “Young Master Watson, I think the people outside might be swindlers. If you don’t want to meet them, I can chase them away.”

“Forget it, let’s meet them.”

..

Outside the Blackmoon Castle.

The nine remaining guards stayed on their ligers, and they stared at the people in front of them.

“If I’m not mistaken, these people are from Wilber Liszt Manor. The farm where I previously worked had business dealings with them. I’ve seen their young miss once, and she looks just like this woman in front of me.” A guard said in a low voice.

“The name Monica is the same as the Wilber Liszt Manor’s daughter. I’ve heard of her too,” another guard said.

The Wilber Liszt Manor was one of the most famous manors on the border. It was very popular within dozens of kilometers radius. They had never thought that their daughter was actually Young Master Watson’s fiancée.

If it were any other day, they would definitely leave their mounts and be courteous when they saw people of the Wilber Liszt Manor. However, they no longer respected people from that manor; they were nothing. Was it anything compared to Blackmoon Castle, where one could find a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken and powerful magical beasts that guarded it?

Wilber Liszt Manor was one of the biggest manors around, and yet they will need to send their young miss for a marriage alliance.

“Miss Monica, it’s been so long, but Vincent hasn’t come out yet. Do you think that it’s because he doesn’t want to see you?” Wesley glanced at the guard in front of him before he walked toward Monica and asked carefully.

When he had left a few months previously, Vincent had said that he would settle the score with Wilber Liszt Manor and that he would never marry their young miss. If Vincent chose not to come out, then Wilber Liszt Manor would lose respect in front of everyone, and Wesley would get punished. However, Wesley hoped that Vincent would not come out as it would be very awkward if they were to meet again.

“You fool! Who am I? How would he dare not to come out?” Monica raised her right hand arrogantly, which was in a light gauze glove, and knocked on Wesley’s head. “The next time you say such disheartening words again, I will tell Father to break your legs.”

Wesley shrank his neck; he did not dare to reply to her.

At that moment, there was a commotion at the Blackmoon Castle entrance. Watson had walked out of the castle behind Liszt.

“Greetings, Young Master Watson.”

The guards at the entrance turned, unmounted their ligers and knelt respectfully to Watson.

“You’re the one who claimed to be my fiancée?”

Watson stared at Monica with narrowed eyes. When he saw Wesley, he understood what had happened. Wesley was the man who had brought men to snatch his Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken, but he had managed to chase him away. It was evident they wanted his older brother, Vincent, and not him.

“Miss, this is Blackmoon Castle’s eighth child, and Vincent’s younger brother—” Wesley explained to Monica.

Wesley remembered the day Watson defeated him and stripped him off his clothes. His face was burning hot, and the humiliating scene made him grit his teeth.

“Since it’s not Vincent, then there’s nothing more to say.”