Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic-Chapter 425 Susurrate

"Crystal, please make sure Tiffany gets this back. And perhaps convey my gratitude for the delightful conversation we had earlier," Nexus instructed.

Nora, realizing the importance of mending the strained relationship, took a step forward and expressed her genuine apology to Nexus. "Nexus, I want to apologize for my behavior earlier. It was inappropriate, and I'm sorry if it caused any discomfort."

Nexus, appreciating Nora's humility, nodded. "I appreciate your apology, Nora. Let's focus on moving forward positively."

Encouraged by Nexus's response, Nora saw an opportunity to make amends not just with Nexus but also with Tiffany. "Thank you, Nexus. If it's okay, I'd like to apologize to Tiffany as well. I don't want any animosity between us," she requested.

Nexus, recognizing Nora's genuine effort to rectify the situation, agreed. "Certainly, Nora. Crystal, please give the cloak to Nora. And Nora, take your time to make amends with Tiffany. I believe positive connections are important for everyone in the family," Nexus advised.

Crystal, carrying out Nexus's instructions, handed the cloak to Nora, who now felt a renewed sense of purpose. She nodded in gratitude and headed towards direction Tiffany left, determined to bridge the gap and foster a more harmonious atmosphere within the Russell family.

Nora approached Nexus with Tiffany's cloak in her hands, a visible sincerity in her eyes. "Nexus, I'm sorry for my earlier behavior. It was wrong, and I want to make things right."

Nexus, noting Nora's genuine remorse, responded calmly, "I appreciate your honesty, Nora. I'm not angry, but I just want to avoid unnecessary conflicts. That's why I prefer Crystal to return the cloak. Let's keep things peaceful."

Nora nodded, acknowledging Nexus's preference. "I understand, Nexus. "

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The night air is cool as Tiffany steps into her awaiting carriage. The polished wood creaks slightly under her weight as she settles into the comfortable seat. Her maid, a young woman with a disapproving frown, joins her.

As the carriage begins to roll, the rhythmic clip-clop of horse hooves echoing through the quiet streets, the maid doesn't hold back her opinions. "Did you see the face Nora made, my lady? It was positively ugly! I can't believe she would be so rude!"

Tiffany, however, seems unfazed. She lets out a small, amused chuckle, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Well, you know what? it's understandable. After all, Nora sees Nexus as her boyfriend, and I wouldn't be thrilled either if my boyfriend were cozying up to another lady."

Mary's disapproving expression softens a bit, replaced by curiosity. "But, my lady, aren't you bothered by it? I mean, Nora was downright impolite."

Tiffany leans back, a contemplative look on her face. "Mary, life is too short to be bothered by every rude remark or jealous glare. Besides, I believe in building bridges rather than walls. Who knows, maybe Nora and I can find common ground eventually."

Mary raises an eyebrow but doesn't press further. The carriage moves steadily through the dimly lit streets, and the atmosphere inside is a mix of quiet contemplation and the gentle swaying of the carriage.

As they pass under the flickering glow of street lamps, Tiffany's mind drifts to Nexus. She wonders how he's coping with the recent attempt on his life. Her thoughts are interrupted by Mary's voice, breaking the silence, "My lady, do you really think Nora and you can get along?"

Tiffany gazes out of the carriage window, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Time will tell, Mary. People can surprise you, and sometimes, all it takes is a genuine effort to understand each other."

The carriage continues its journey into the night, carrying Tiffany through the city's shadowed streets. The soft glow of lanterns creates a serene ambiance, and Tiffany, lost in her thoughts, looks forward to the possibilities that tomorrow might bring.

The maid remained unforgiving, raining different mocking and abusive words at Nora, labeling her as ugly and weak. "Why does she act so proud? Nexus isn't even married to her. You, my lady, are superior in every way – family background, beauty, maturity, magical prowess. Nexus has a plethora of options; Nora is just a passing fancy."

Tiffany, though usually composed, couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment as Mary continued her tirade of mocking and abusive words directed at Nora.

The carriage continued its journey through the night, the sound of hooves echoing against the city walls. The carriage jostled along the uneven streets, the flickering lamplights casting fleeting shadows on Tiffany's face. As Mary continued her verbal assault, Tiffany's expression shifted from initial discomfort to a more thoughtful demeanor. The words, though harsh, prompted her to reflect on the complexities of her relationship with Nexus.

Tiffany's face reddened slightly, and she felt a heat rising to her cheeks. She raised a hand, signaling for Mary to stop. "That's enough, Mary. I appreciate your loyalty, but let's not indulge in such talk. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, and love isn't a competition."

Mary, though silenced, wore a mischievous smile. "Of course, my lady. I just want what's best for you."

Enjoying the moment Mary continued, adding more fuel to the fire. "You know, my lady, Nexus is a man of high standing. He needs someone who can match his status. Someone like you, not a common girl like Nora."

Tiffany's eyes narrowed slightly, and she sighed. "Mary, that's enough. I appreciate your loyalty, but there's no need to degrade others. Nexus and I don't share a connection beyond societal expectations."

Mary chuckled mischievously, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Of course, my lady. True love knows no bounds, they say."

Tiffany, attempting to shift the conversation, asked Mary about her plans for the upcoming days. Mary, however, wasn't ready to let go of the topic.

"But, my lady, imagine the scandal if Nexus ends up with someone like Nora. It could tarnish your family's reputation. You're not just any lady; you're from the prestigious James family."

Tiffany, growing weary of the conversation, tried to steer it towards a more neutral territory. "Mary, let's not dwell on hypothetical scenarios. Relationships are complex, and we cannot control every aspect."

Suddenly, the maid exclaimed, and Tiffany couldn't help but stare at her for her forgetful look.

"What's the matter, Mary?" Tiffany asked, her curiosity piqued.

Mary's eyes widened with realization. "Oh, my lady, I forgot to remove your cloak from the Russells' residence! It's still hanging on the hanger by the door."

Tiffany's brows furrowed in mild frustration. The cloak was merely a piece of fabric why will her maid give such reaction; though it may symbolized her status and dignity. In the rigid social circles of Castra City, appearances mattered, and a lady's attire was a reflection of her family's standing but Tiffany doesn't care about that.

"How could I forget such a crucial thing?" Mary voice held a hint of irritation, but Tiffany quickly caution her with a sigh. "It's alright, Mary. We can always send someone to retrieve it tomorrow. No need to worry too much."

Mary, feeling guilty, stammered out an apology. "I'm sorry, my lady. I got carried away with our conversation, and I forgot about the cloak."

Tiffany nodded, understanding that Mary's distraction might have been fueled by the earlier encounter with Nora.