I Raised the Fallen Lop-Eared Rabbit into a Yandere 33

Chapter 33: Upheaval

“Miss, are we proceeding according to… the original plan?”

Dilys’s anxiety did not stem from Herte, but rather from Adele, who was right in front of her.

The little rabbit miss was no longer the pitiful baby who would only hide under the bed to wipe her tears. Her methods, her changes—Dilys had seen them all clearly.

She understood Lina’s other side better than Adele did. Beneath this obedient and bright exterior was a burning soul.

She knew very well what Lina was going to do. Herte’s early return was part of the plan, but Adele was supposed to have been sent away beforehand.

The three words “Herte” drifted into Lina’s ears and were automatically transformed into “the culprit.”

The culprit who had caused her so many years of tragic circumstances had returned, stepping right into the hunting net she had woven.

It was time for revenge.

Hatred was like a death by a thousand cuts. The more pain Lina felt, the more violent thoughts she had. She had to vent this pain equally, or even doubly, to get a moment’s respite.

Boiling blood rushed to her head in an instant. Lina clenched her teeth.

She wanted to kill someone again.

Adele sensed Lina’s tension. She naturally put an arm around the rabbit ball’s shoulder. “What original plan?”

They had communicated deeply until dawn the previous night. The complete honesty had brought the two of them closer.

Lina, with the last shred of her reason, squeezed out a smile as obedient and soft as usual. “Teacher, I’m all ready. Don’t worry about me. I have to face him one day. If I can’t pull out this thorn in my heart with my own hands, I won’t be able to rest.”

She spoke very tactfully.

But Adele understood that she wanted revenge.

“I’ll go with you.” Adele didn’t stop her, only saying, “I’m not at ease with you going alone.”

Dilys tactfully retreated outside the door.

Lina shook her head. She touched Adele’s face, tracing her features with a trembling fingertip. “Trust me, okay? Let me go alone.”

My other side is too ugly.

Adele was silent.

Lina stood on her tiptoes and, like a puppy, nuzzled her cheek, then her earlobe.

Last night, all her “embarrassment” and pain had leaked into that ear.

She had cried.

She had laughed.

She had panted nonstop.

All of it had been heard clearly by Adele.

There had been a few light, drizzling rains last night.

Intermittent.

She didn’t know when the rain had stopped because her eyes were broken and would only shed tears. Her ears were also broken and could only hear those gentle whispers.

“One more time.”

She had heard this when she was learning to ride a horse. Adele had coaxed her like this, when she wanted to run, she had coaxed her like this, one more time.

Time and time again.

Lina felt her throat was also broken.

Everything was broken.

Lina liked this feeling. If she was broken, then she wouldn’t have to hate anymore, wouldn’t have to feel pain anymore.

She finally understood why some people were addicted to sexual indulgence. Perhaps, like drinking and smoking, people who couldn’t die could only rely on these methods to numb themselves, to seek a temporary release.

Lina held Adele tightly. She felt as if she were addicted. She wanted to… a little more.

Adele touched her head, her five fingers running through her hair, her movements filled with utter pity.

She trusted Lina.

She had seen the little rabbit’s growth during this period with her own eyes.

The major reshuffling of the manor, the cultivation of trusted subordinates—she had not taught her these things, nor had the private tutor who came to give lessons. But Lina had done them, and done them so decisively.

Adele knew very well that Lina was far stronger than she had imagined, and also smarter than she had imagined.

The replaced butler and head maid—were they dead or alive now?

Adele could vaguely guess.

A blood debt must be paid in blood. It was only natural.

If one wanted revenge, then it must be done in a way that the other party would never forget. There was nothing wrong with that.

She did not deliberately ignore the rabbit ball’s dark side, shaping her in her mind into a pure and harmless image.

To deny the sharpness in a woman was a true weakening and underestimation.

She accepted that her lover had thorns. A rabbit’s teeth were also sharp.

But Adele’s heart was also filled with infinite worry.

She was afraid that Lina would be blinded by hatred, that she would be eroded by violence on the road to revenge, that she would go to another extreme.

Adele gently stroked Lina’s ear. The motion of smoothing her fur was very gentle, but that terrifying desire for control was screaming wildly again.

She was worried about Lina, so she wanted to control her.

She wanted to lock Lina by her side, to face all the storms for her.

She wanted to build a safe house, fill it with gorgeous clothes, pile it with delicious food, and lock Lina inside, letting her live a carefree life.

But this was not realistic, nor was it right.

Lina needed to grow, needed freedom.

Adele, on the one hand, hoped she would succeed, and on the other, worried that she would get hurt.

The push and pull was the most tormenting.

Adele once again felt she was going crazy.

Her order was so fragile in front of Lina that it couldn’t withstand a single blow. Her self-control was also zero.

The rabbit ball’s voice was still hoarse.

But she couldn’t control it.

The desire to devour her was not only strong last night, but at this moment, it was also very strong.

She also felt she was addicted.

Adele rested her chin on top of Lina’s head, holding her tightly, squeezing her. “Do you really have to go alone?”

“Teacher, trust me. By the time I go downstairs, Herte and his group should have been taken down.” Lina said, word by word, “I will handle it.”

Adele resolved to let go. She cupped Lina’s face. “Kiss me, and I’ll let you go.”

Lina climbed onto her neck and said obediently, “Okay.”

Adele’s arms were originally around her waist, but her heart still felt empty, unsettled.

So, she also pinched the nape of Lina’s neck.

This was the second time she had done this.

Her desire for control was completely exposed.

Adele kissed her deeply. The restraint she had with Lina seemed to have also disappeared last night.

She wanted to keep Lina.

She wanted to keep her forever.

This thought grew stronger by the day. Adele needed to divert her attention. She noticed that Lina’s breathing was chaotic again, but she didn’t want to let her go.

The source of the pain might be different, but the ways humans seek indulgence are only a few.

Lina’s tiptoed feet were trembling. She tilted her head up to match Adele’s passion, her eyelashes trembling from the kiss.

She was willing to be choked to death by Adele.

Very willing.

…

By the time Lina opened the door, she found that the three of them had already appeared at the entrance.

Aomo was the first to speak. “Those people in black robes, I’ve checked them. They have no real skills. The staves they’re holding are just a few broken pieces of wood.”

Herlkin’s eyes were already red. They grew even redder when she saw Lina. “My people are nearby. How about…”

Haia didn’t deliberately tease the rabbit today. “If anyone gets hurt, come and find me. There’s no one I can’t cure.”

Lina looked at them. The churning hatred in her chest subsided slightly. She smiled. “Thank you.”

Adele spoke at this moment. “Let Lina handle it herself. We have to trust her.”

Haia ruffled Lina’s head. “Go on, bad child.”

Lina didn’t bicker with her this time. She said to Dilys, “Let’s go.”

…

“Don’t you recognize me?!”

Herte was blocked outside the manor gate, panting with anger.

This was his property!

The gate-keeping maid glanced at him. “I recognize you. You’re Mr. Herte.”

“Then open the gate for me!” Herte roared.

The maid squeezed out a fake smile, calm and composed. “Do you have an invitation from Miss Lina? If not, I can’t let you in.”

“An invitation!?” Herte pointed at her, then at the flowers and plants inside, gesturing around. “This is my house! Mine! What do I need an invitation for!”

“So you don’t have an invitation.” The maid looked at him with an innocent face. “Then I can’t let you in.”

Herte threw his suitcase on the ground and ordered his followers to break down the gate. “Just wait until I get in! I’ll beat you all to death!”

The gate-keeping maid calmly pulled the alarm bell.

…

“Stop hitting.”

At the manor gate, people were lying on the ground in disarray.

Dilys walked in front of Lina, kicking away the half-dead, black-robed cultists who were blocking the way, like kicking away trash, her eyes disdainful, her movements crisp.

Herte was lying on the ground. He felt a warm liquid slowly trickling down from the top of his head. He reached up to touch it.

A handful of sticky, scarlet blood.

He wanted to get up but was stepped on by Dilys. Then, a pair of expensive leather boots appeared before his eyes.

Herte had been beaten into a daze. He stared at the shoes for a long time before he reacted.

He looked up from the boots, his gaze finally resting on Lina’s face.

So unfamiliar.

Herte found this face so unfamiliar!

They were the exact same features, but there was not a trace of timidity. The depths of those blue pupils held only a bone-chilling cold.

This was not the daughter in his memory.

His daughter should be terrified when she saw him.

His daughter should be so weak she couldn’t even truss a chicken, panting after walking a few steps.

How could his daughter be worthy of wearing such fine clothes?

“Who are you?” Herte asked.

Lina thought his question was so stupid. She felt disgusted even looking at him and didn’t answer.

She turned to the hired thug beside her. “Make it so he can never stand up again.”

“Yes.”

Herte’s eyes widened. He roared, “How dare you! Your registration papers are still in my hands!”

Lina paid him no mind and turned to leave.

Dilys said to the head of the thugs, “Break his legs. Drag him and those people in black robes to the classroom.”

She paused and said, “You don’t have to be too particular about it. There will be no setting of bones in the future.”

The thug understood. “Understood.”

…

“Alright, everyone has been subdued. Herte has also been dragged away.” Haia leaned against the window. “Lina is very safe.”

The latter half was said for Adele’s benefit.

Adele sat on the sofa. “I wasn’t worried at all.”

She had almost crushed the sausage in her hand.

Aomo’s crystal ball suddenly made a sound. “Lie detected.”

Adele: “…”

Aomo patted the crystal ball. “Don’t be naughty.”

The crystal ball dimmed and shrank into the animal skin pouch.

Time passed, second by second. Adele began to torture the sausage again.

Herlkin’s heart was bleeding as she watched.

Who would save her sausage?

…

The classroom was a mess. The bookshelves had all been pushed over. Lina picked up a copy of “The Path to Salvation” and, in front of Herte, tore it page by page.

Herte’s eyes were bloodshot, his head covered in sweat. He lay pathetically in the center of the round platform.

This was where Lina had once knelt.

Now the tables had turned. It was time to settle the score.

“You will be punished by the Lord God!” Herte roared.

Lina looked at his broken state and was in a great mood. She picked up another copy of “The Mystery of Eternal Life” and walked to the fireplace. “Your Lord God who’s coming to save you? I’m about to burn it. If you don’t come and save it, your god won’t allow you to have eternal life.”

Herte roared and tried to crawl toward her, but his shattered legs couldn’t move at all.

“You! You! You’re a heretic!”

Lina walked to the wooden cabinet where the ritual items were placed. She glanced at Herte.

“No!”

Lina raised her hand and frivolously swept the porcelain jars, porcelain bottles, and so on, one by one, to the floor.

To make a fanatical believer watch his faith be trampled on, be destroyed—that was the real punishment.

Lina listened to the heart-wrenching wails in her ears and laughed even more heartily.

She destroyed everything in the classroom.

Herte watched in utter despair as Lina walked toward that Sacred Cult banner.

“No… please.”

He finally couldn’t take it anymore and begged for mercy. “Don’t destroy it!”

Lina touched the banner. All the past insults appeared before her eyes, frame by frame.

She hated him so much.

“Am I really your biological daughter?”

Lina finally asked the question that had plagued her for years.

Herte didn’t answer.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Lina ripped the banner down, as if ripping the skin off Herte. “You’d better not confess to me. There’s nothing more to be said between us.”

Herte’s face was blank when he saw the battered Lina, but when he saw the Sacred Cult banner being burned by the flames, his heart ached so much he couldn’t breathe.

“Lina! You’re so vicious!” Herte clutched his chest. “Do you think I don’t know that you sent people to the labor bureau!?”

“Of course you would know.” Lina casually picked up a piece of porcelain and took out a dagger from her pocket.

Herte was stunned.

“I didn’t want to do it in a place like the monastery, with so many eyes watching. I was originally going to let your dogs go and report to you.” Lina slowly sharpened the blade. “But then I thought, they’re too slow. Your spies in the labor bureau should have a faster way. As expected, you came back so quickly.”

Lina had gone to see the butler and the head maid. Venting her anger was secondary. Letting Herte’s spies know that the house was in chaos was her real purpose.

“How did you know I had spies, you…” Herte stopped. A chill suddenly wrapped around his spine.

He had never taken Lina seriously. He thought that a timid rabbit, after being conditioned for so many years, couldn’t possibly stir up any trouble. So, when he met people and discussed matters at home, he never avoided Lina.

The sharpened blade reflected the gloom in Lina’s eyes.

“That’s right. Your businesses, your connections, including the password to your safe—I know it all.” Lina held the knife and walked in front of him.

Herte looked into her eyes and only felt his blood run cold.

So, for the past ten-odd years, there had always been a pair of eyes watching him, in the dark, staring at him…

“You… why didn’t you resist earlier?” Herte asked.

Lina’s expression went blank for a moment.

Perhaps she had no chance.

Perhaps she had no courage.

She often wondered, if Adele had never come, would she have chosen to take him down with her out of desperation?

Perhaps.

After all, on the day Adele had just arrived, she had already had the thought of killing someone.

But none of that mattered anymore. Adele’s existence had given her a chance to start over. She had to completely pull out this thorn, to kick Herte out of her life.

“You shouldn’t be thinking about these boring questions.” Lina ran the tip of the knife over Herte’s face. “Forgot to tell you, the Lord God you worship in the attic, the formation you set up—I’ve already destroyed them for you. But you don’t have to be sad. I will prove to you today that your faith is worthless.”

She clapped her hands, and the people in black robes were dragged into the classroom.

“Don’t you think that repeatedly reciting the scriptures can make you invulnerable, can make you immortal?” Lina walked in front of one of them and stabbed the knife into his carotid artery. “To be able to wear a black robe, you must have cultivated quite well…”

Lina turned to look at Herte. In his terrified gaze, she pulled out the dagger. A mist of blood spread out behind her.

“Oh? It seems the neck doesn’t work.”

Herte screamed in collapse. “It’s not like that! It’s not like that!”

Lina hated this group of numb, unfeeling madmen. What Sacred Cult? It was clearly a bullshit cult.

“Since the neck doesn’t work, then let’s try other parts.”

…

The sky was getting dark. Lina hadn’t returned yet. Adele finally couldn’t sit still anymore. She got up and rushed to the classroom. Herlkin and the other two followed closely behind.

Before the group got close to the classroom, Adele and Haia were the first to smell the blood.

So thick.

Really so thick.

Dilys was startled when she saw Adele. She hurried to meet her. “My lady, why are you here? The young miss… she’s fine. She’s inside… reasoning with people…”

Adele said, “It’s fine. I’ll wait for her to come out.”

“This…” Dilys’s brain was about to smoke. Just as she was trying to find a way to get them to leave, Lina opened the door herself.

!!!

The knife in Lina’s hand was still dripping blood. The second she saw Adele, she frantically hid the dagger behind her back.

“Teacher…”

Adele’s eyesight was good. She saw the scene in the room with one glance.

She bit the root of her teeth and endured for a moment. “I… mmph—”

Adele stumbled to the side and leaned over the flowerbed, dry heaving.

Lina chased after her and stood behind her, not daring to get close.

Just then, the comments that had been gone for a long time appeared again.

【I can finally comment! Why did this author close the comment section?】

【I heard there’s some drama.】

【Person above, what drama?】

【It’s not confirmed yet, so I won’t say for now.】

【Who cares about that? I just want to know, did this author’s keyboard leak electricity while she was writing? Did she get electrocuted and go crazy!?】

【Exactly. Why are the last thirty chapters so unrelated to the synopsis!】

【Person above, if you think it’s off-track and you’re still chasing it, are you treating the author like an M, scolding her while rewarding her?】

【Although, I really like the current plot. I don’t like watching the weak being bullied.】

【Agreed.】

【My subscription rate is 100%. I’ve been reading it all along. I feel the rabbit is a bit too ruthless, especially in this chapter!】

【Cruel? I think a thousand cuts wouldn’t be enough to vent her anger. She’s been tortured for so many years!】

【I support revenge, but I’m a little scared to think about what she’ll become in the future… If I were her teacher, I’d kind of want to run…】

【I’d run too…】

Lina didn’t understand the first part of the comments, but the last two sentences, she saw them clearly.

Adele was still gasping for air.

Lina stood behind her, growing more and more awkward, her face gradually turning pale.

Just then, people from the Asset Appraisal Bureau rushed in with constables.

“Lina is suspected of murdering Mr. Herte! Take her down!”

Herte’s wicked laugh came from the classroom—

Lina, you can’t outsmart me.

Lina, you’re finished.