I Love Destroying Worlds' Plot

Thoughts of Yara von Chrysalis, ʼThe Fiance of the Second Prince Silvie, was it? Iʼll make it so you never reach your desire. Though I donʼt love this human, this man is his. All the ones that dare to covet him will never end well.ʼ

For a split second, the second prince, who was sneaking a peek at Yara von Chrysalis, noticed him smiling. It was such a fleeting smile, but it made him shiver, as if it were a foreshadowing of something bad to come. He could only ask for leave now that he had gotten what he wanted. He had no regrets about meeting Yara von Chrysalis. His smile told him everything he needed to know.

Christopher Klein von Imperlian bids his farewell, ”Imperial Uncle, Imperial Aunt, this nephew will now take his leave. Please do excuse this little oneʼs rudeness.”

”Go ahead.” The Grand Marshal granted his leave.

But they didnʼt expect Yara von Chrysalis to suddenly stop him and say, ”Wait for a bit. Since it is our first meeting, it would be rude if I didnʼt give you a gift.”

Everyone, especially the second prince, was taken aback. Even the Grand Marshal couldnʼt help but look at his wife, puzzled. They watch as Yara walks over to the nearby Old Pine Tree and whispers a few words. After a while, they noticed its branches moving on their own and reaching out into the deepest part of the Greenhouse. After a while, the Old Pine Tree presented Yara with a small flower plant. Itʼs a lavender blossom.

Yara von Chrysalis returned, carrying a few small, dark blue lavender buds. This is a mutated lavender flower that bears no resemblance to the original. It had a unique effect that regular lavender did not have. He walked towards the second prince, replanting the dark blue lavender flower in a small, clean pot.

The old butler asked his Young Lord, ”Lord Yara, are you giving the second prince a lavender?” But it doesnʼt look ordinary, though its fragrance is stronger and its color is different.

Meanwhile, behind him, he didnʼt notice that Dean Frey von Gregory was acting weird. The moment the man smells the fragrance, he feels a bit sleepy for unknown reasons.

Dean Frey: Yawns

Adjutant Kir asked, ”Whatʼs wrong?”

”I feel a bit sleepy for some reason,” Dean Frey von Gregory said. ”This scent is making me... yawn.”

It wasnʼt until this point that everyone noticed something was wrong with the flower in Yara von Chrysalisʼs hand. The Grand Marshal and the others all gaze at the dark blue lavender flower plant in Yaraʼs pot.

Yara von Chrysalis stopped in front of the second prince and wanted to give the dark blue lavender to him. ”It should work more if you dropped your fianceʼs blood on it. The fragrance of this lavender can put all the mediators to sleep. It cannot be defended, especially if the blood of that person was fed to the plant. Thought it wouldnʼt affect S-ranked Mediators much unless their blood was fed on it. It wasnʼt a Sentient plant thought and wouldnʼt be able to help you fight. But... Do you want it?”

The dark blue flower in the small pot piqued the second princeʼs interest. But he didnʼt reach out right away, instead looking over at his Imperial Uncle, who was nearby. He only accepts the plant that will help him control his fiance when the Grand Marshal nods his head.

Christopher Klein von Imperlian said, ”Thank you, Imperial Aunt!”

”Well, itʼs just a small gift,” Yara von Chrysalis said.

The second prince held the dark blue, lavender flower pot with care. He even shielded the scent of the flower with his qi to avoid accidents on the way. After the second prince had gone, the old butler inquired of his young lord.

The old butler said, ”Young Master, is it truly okay to give such a flower to the second prince?”

”Itʼs fine. I told it to only influence one person and not make the other Mediators sleep even if the second prince asked him to do so. These plants would never betray me after all, and my words are like an edict to them.” Yara von Chrysalis said.

He walked back to the couch, sat beside the Grand Marshal, and asked, ”You donʼt mind, do you?”

”You can do anything as long as you wish to,” the Grand Marshal said as he rubbed Yaraʼs head affectionately.

With the Grand Marshalʼs permission, the Old Butler and the other two in the garden stopped asking questions. After all, they were used to seeing the Grand Marshal lavishly pamper Yara von Chrysalis.

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Meanwhile, in Silvan von Rosegardʼs Room...