aircannonsinc Chapter 59 I Can Be Your Wife
Chapter 59 I Can Be Your Wife
Chapter 59 I Can Be Your Wife (Ninth Update, One More Update Still Being Written)
can you do it?
Malfoy stood frozen in place, Orochimaru's words echoing in his mind.
This was the first time in his life he had been ordered around like this, and based on the pride of the Malfoy family, he instinctively wanted to refuse.
But when he looked up, he saw Orochimaru's pale yellow vertical pupils, snake-like eyes that hovered quietly over his face, as if savoring his soul and waiting for his answer.
Agree or disagree?
To be, or not to be.
Malfoy didn't know what his father was like when he faced the Dark Lord, but he figured it was probably similar to what he was going through now.
His lips trembled as he tried to answer.
Before he could finish speaking, Orochimaru raised his hand to stop him from answering.
"Don't rush, the night is still long, we have plenty of time," Orochimaru said slowly. "I don't need your well-thought-out answer, I just want to hear what you say—"
Orochimaru gently poked Draco Malfoy's chest with his finger, at the spot where his heart was beating.
"Voices from the Heart".
My inner thoughts?
Draco Malfoy was taken aback, and before he could reply, he heard footsteps again coming from the doorway.
He turned around abruptly and frantically crawled under Orochimaru's bed.
At that moment, the door slowly opened.
Orochimaru narrowed his snake-like eyes, sizing up the newcomer.
She must be a Slytherin of the same year as me, with long, light blonde hair, delicate features, and an air of arrogance even at the tip of her nose.
It's almost like Malfoy turned into a girl.
"My name is Daphne, Daphne Greennath," Daphne said, flipping the Do Not Disturb sign as she closed the door. "We've met before, Mr. Slack Anguis."
Malfoy, who was hiding under the bed, was so startled by the voice of the person who came that he forgot to breathe.
These pure-blood wizarding families have a tradition of intermarriage.
This Daphne Greenagnas was his potential marriage partner, a fellow first-year Slytherin student.
However, compared to herself, she was far more arrogant. She even felt that breathing the same air as the mixed-race Mud people was an insult to her.
Such a person —
Why would they come looking for Slack Anguius?
"Nice to meet you."
Orochimaru's reaction was far colder than Daphne had anticipated.
He tapped the teacup on the counter lightly with his fingers, the melodious sound echoing in the school clinic.
"You're not surprised by my arrival?" Daphne's eyes flashed, and in a split second she guessed what had happened. "Was it the Curse Squad or the Poison Squad that arrived first?"
She named two groups in a row, but forgot to mention the group she belonged to.
So you also resorted to despicable schemes and tricks!
Malfoy, who was hiding under the bed, immediately understood, and the last trace of guilt in his heart vanished.
Orochimaru was not surprised by this.
When he heard Malfoy's request, he knew that all of this was a matter of course.
"Name your terms, so I can have a comparison," Orochimaru said casually, his expression growing increasingly calm. "But no matter how good the terms are, I will refuse."
Daphne had never given a damn about men who put on airs. She even thought her future betrothed, Malfoy, was incredibly stupid.
Therefore, with a tremor of her long eyelashes, she offered a condition that Malfoy under the bed would never forget.
"I."
I?
you?
Daphne? What are your conditions?
Malfoy, who was hiding under the bed, wanted to get up and find out the truth. Their two families had been on good terms for generations, and their fathers even intended for them to become a pure-blood couple.
"We've investigated thoroughly, Mr. Anguis," Daphne said, feigning indifference. "You're not of pure-blood origin, but that's no disgrace to you."
Do you want to hear what you're saying?
Malfoy was grinding his teeth in frustration. Daphne had once told him that breathing the same air as the Mudbloods at Hogwarts was torture.
"and then?"
Orochimaru became interested.
He had never experienced such a recruitment since becoming a Jonin.
After all, ninjas from commoner backgrounds only have two possible futures.
They will either be swallowed up in endless wars, becoming an insignificant name on a memorial stone.
Alternatively, one could marry into a long-established ninja clan, abandoning their own surname to become a member of that clan.
He couldn't remember how many people there were.
The latter is exemplified by Minato Namikaze.
Throughout history, to his knowledge, only two people in Konoha have broken through such constraints.
The former is called Orochimaru.
The latter was named Jiraiya.
Orochimaru's nostalgic expression gave Daphne the illusion that her conditions had worked.
As an envoy of her brother Apollo Gringnus, she felt that the terms she offered were far more tempting than her brother's so-called next group leader.
Why do people need to gain power?
It's all for the sake of gaining status, power, and a life that's different from others.
It is to become someone that all living beings look up to, so that others will feel extremely fortunate if they see even the hem of their clothes.
And now, he was about to open that door to wizarding nobility for Slack Anguis, a wizard whose lineage was unclear—whether he was a Mudblood or a half-blood.
Then, she raised her chin even more arrogantly, almost glancing at Orochimaru out of the corner of her eye, and issued her ultimatum.
"I will fall in love with you, and if you satisfy me, I will become your wife and welcome you into the world of pure-blood wizards."
Daphne Greendanas spoke with an air of arrogance, almost as if bestowing a gift, words that would enchant every Slytherin.
"Our ritual group is different from the other two. We have a long history and sufficient information. We can contact alumni to compile your family tree, proving that your bloodline is pure and flawless. Do you understand what I mean?"
A pureblood's wife, a pureblood's family background, a pureblood's power!
Hiding under the bed, Malfoy could hardly believe his ears. He felt that this was a complete blow to the conditions offered by the leader of the Cursed Group.
Compared to these, Quidditch substitutes, next prefects, and future group leaders are all like children playing house!
Are you thinking?
Daphne felt she had the upper hand, and she even leisurely found an empty bed to sit on.
She enjoyed watching these people of low status, overwhelmed by the sudden arrival of new conditions, and then unable to control themselves.
In fact, she didn't make any demands. She simply agreed to date Slack, and the generous conditions that followed were something Slack Anguill would have to work his whole life to achieve.
Of course, these Mudbloods and mixed-race individuals have no idea about this aspect.
This is the difference between purebloods and them.
These people only see spells, potions, and pitiful love affairs; they are completely unaware of the immense power of authority and desire.
Daphne waited leisurely, her gaze wandering around the school clinic, circling again and again, before finally settling back on Orochimaru.
Why haven't you answered me yet?
Daphne asked curiously.
"Because I suddenly had a feeling," Orochimaru smiled sinisterly, with an indescribable sense of nostalgia, "that you were holding a bowl in your hand and talking to a dog."
"What did you say?"
"Little puppy, come and lick it," Orochimaru said leisurely, his expression as if he were watching a windmill being pushed by the wind.
Daphne's face suddenly stiffened, and the leisurely expression on her face vanished instantly.
But You Ran won't disappear; it's just transferred from Daphne to Orochimaru.
Leisurely ease belongs only to those with strong minds.
Orochimaru looked at the tense and angry Daphne, intending to use his own words to clearly refuse her.
But a fragment of memory suddenly surfaced in Orochimaru's mind: Jiraiya's boasting to him afterward about how he used beautiful words to reject the marriage proposals of a powerful ninja clan.
"I am one who was born with a prophecy, and my destination is only the vast and endless sea."
"A dragon will naturally return to the sea; it will not linger for your family, your bloodline, or the small stream you represent."
"So please leave."
You're welcome.
Orochimaru repeated it word for word as his answer.
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