Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Late at night, Countess Fiana was in her room, surrounded by a silence broken only by the sound of her own soft breathing.

She sat on the soft bed, her thoughts drifting back to everything that had happened during the day, a hint of curiosity and annoyance flashing in her eyes.

What intrigued her was the thing that His Highness the Crown Prince had mentioned, which could help her break through to the eighth rank.

In this world where strength reigned supreme, breaking through to the eighth rank was a huge temptation for her.

She had been lingering on the path of cultivation for a long time, the eighth rank seeming like an insurmountable chasm, and what Soren had said about helping her break through was like a glimmer of light in the darkness, tugging at her heartstrings.

What kind of magical thing could it be?

Was it a rare magic potion, or an ancient cultivation manual?

Or perhaps a special magic ritual?

This question kept swirling in her mind, like an invisible hand scratching at her, making her itch with anticipation.

However, she was even more annoyed.

Annoyed that Soren would make such an unreasonable request.

As the Crown Prince, he should have a noble status and elegant manners, but during the day he had seemed like a lecher blinded by desire.

She was a dignified countess, not a woman who could be easily lured with benefits.

This feeling of being looked down upon made her very unhappy.

“If it were at night, maybe I would have half-heartedly…”

This thought suddenly popped into her head, and Countess Fiana's face instantly flushed red.

She had to admit that after sitting in Stam Fortress for so many years, the total time she had spent with her husband was less than a month.

Her husband was often away or busy with family affairs, leaving her alone to guard this remote fortress.

Whenever the night was quiet, she inevitably had needs.

After all, she was also a woman with normal emotions and desires.

Over the years, she had also thought about keeping a gigolo in the Stam region, but unfortunately, she had not found a good candidate.

The Stam region was too remote and barren; most of the young men here were ordinary soldiers or farmers, and it was difficult to find someone who could move her heart and match her status.

Young knights with slightly better conditions would go to Volga, which had more opportunities, a more prosperous city, and richer resources.

In fact, since His Highness the Crown Prince had come to the Northwest, she had dreamed of being entangled with him on several quiet nights.

Soren had a unique charm; his leadership ability, his royal temperament, and his slightly mysterious aura all attracted her.

In her dreams, they were like two butterflies attracted to each other, dancing in the flower bushes of love.

But when the real opportunity was presented to her, she couldn't grasp it.

She was bound by traditional moral concepts and her own self-esteem, which made her choose to back down at that moment.

Countess Fiana sighed softly; she didn't know if she had missed a great opportunity.

On the one hand, there was the huge temptation to break through to the eighth rank, and on the other hand, there was her own dignity and moral bottom line, putting her in a dilemma.

She didn't know how to face Soren in the future, and she didn't know if she would have such an opportunity to improve her strength again.

She lay in bed, looking at the ceiling, tossing and turning in this tangled thought, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Suddenly, the door to the room rang.

The knock on the door seemed particularly abrupt in the silent night, interrupting Countess Fiana's chaotic thoughts.

Countess Fiana's face lit up slightly, and a hint of anticipation surged in her heart as she asked softly, "Who is it?" Her voice carried a hint of imperceptible tension and excitement, and Soren's figure involuntarily appeared in her mind.

“It’s me, Jennifer!”

The voice coming from outside the door instantly sank Countess Fiana's heart, and she couldn't help but reveal a hint of disappointment.

She originally thought that Soren had come late at night; if His Highness the Crown Prince came at this time, she felt that she should not refuse this time.

After all, after refusing during the day, her heart had been struggling, and the temptation to break through to the eighth rank and her long-suppressed emotions had been surging in her heart.

“Wait a moment!” Countess Fiana responded, adjusting her nightgown, trying to make herself look less embarrassed. She took a deep breath, suppressed the disappointment in her heart, and then slowly opened the door.

“It’s so late, what’s the matter?” Countess Fiana looked at Jennifer with some doubt, she didn't understand what Jennifer was doing here at this time.

She didn't have much friendship with Jennifer; other than meeting once during the day at the Lord's Mansion to report on the battle situation, there was almost no contact at other times.

Jennifer smiled slightly; she seemed to see the doubt and a hint of vigilance in Countess Fiana's eyes.

“Countess, I have something I want to talk to you about, about His Highness the Crown Prince.” Jennifer’s voice was very soft, but it carried an unquestionable tone.

Countess Fiana frowned slightly; she didn't know what Jennifer was up to.

About His Highness the Crown Prince?

Could it be about what happened during the day?

A burst of unease surged in her heart, but she still stepped aside to let Jennifer into the room.

After Jennifer walked into the room, she scanned her surroundings. The room was decorated very delicately, full of feminine softness. She found a chair and sat down, then looked at Countess Fiana, with some more complex emotions in her eyes.

“Countess, I know that His Highness's behavior during the day was somewhat inappropriate, but His Highness truly appreciates you.”

Countess Fiana's face flushed slightly, and she didn't know how to respond to Jennifer's words.

She pulled out another chair and sat opposite Jennifer, and after a moment of silence, she said, “Envoy Jennifer, I don’t quite understand what you mean. His Highness's behavior during the day has exceeded the scope of etiquette, although I know His Highness may have his own ideas, but I am a married woman and a noble.”

Jennifer shook her head gently, leaned forward slightly, and said, “Countess, please hear me out first. What His Highness said about helping you break through to the eighth rank is not false, and His Highness himself has a unique cultivation method. Being with him will be of great help to your cultivation.”

Countess Fiana's eyes widened slightly; she didn't expect Jennifer to directly mention the matter of breaking through to the eighth rank.

Her heart stirred, but she still said hesitantly, “But this violates my principles. I cannot easily sell my dignity for the sake of cultivation benefits.”