After leaving, she threw herself onto the sofa with a chilling indifference, her eyes blazing with calculation. "What now?" she muttered. "I must head to the Mask Guild immediately. That land and the noble title I demanded—no one will dare stand in my way." She dressed in simple brown attire, yet she carried an aura of unbreakable authority. As she prepared to leave, George crossed her path. She fixed him with a disdainful glare that could pierce steel and spoke in a voice dripping with menace: "Are you looking for another problem with me? Or do you crave another headbutt to snap your wandering mind back into place? Get out of my way before I lose my patience!" George recoiled in terror. She smirked coldly, "Yes, that's how I want you. Stay obedient."
She stepped out and summoned the carriage, only to be interrupted by her second brother. "Helenia, where are you going? You didn't return until dawn yesterday, and today you're leaving again? At least take some guards." Helenia turned to him, her face contorted with pure loathing. "What business is it of yours? Don't you have a life of your own to distract you from stalking me? Or are you simply incapable of staying away for a single minute? The truth is, I suffocate in this house. Your presence is like parasites sucking the oxygen out of the room—it's nauseating. Do not disturb me again!" When he tried to invite her for tea, she erupted into a long, mocking laugh. "Tea? Family? Are you mocking me? Do you expect me to flatter you and pretend to love you when I utterly despise you? If you're looking for a sweet girl to play the 'good sister,' go find someone else. Go to Lily, the Count's daughter—the girl you're so fond of—and ask her to perform this pathetic drama. As for me, I have no time for your family nonsense."
She boarded the carriage, mocking his voice under her breath: "We want to drink tea with you... what a joke!" As the carriage jolted uncomfortably, her patience snapped. She kicked the door with such violence that it shattered, shouting at the guard: "Get off that horse, now!" When he obeyed, trembling, she mounted the steed. "This is much better. You ride in this rotting wooden box." She galloped toward the city like a storm.
Arriving at the tavern, she kicked the door open with her usual arrogance. The bald tavern keeper shouted, "Can't you enter like a human being?" She replied with a bone-chilling coldness: "Are there any humans here for me to enter among?" The man fell silent, paralyzed by her sheer audacity and dominance. She marched straight to the "Masked Man's" room, kicking his door open. "I'm here. Where is my land?" He tried to calm her, explaining, "The Duke of the East, from the Escarp Duchy, took it. He submitted his request two days before yours."
Helenia didn't hesitate. She grabbed a glass and hurled it at his face; it shattered against the wall behind him as she snarled like a tigress: "What do you mean it's 'taken'? Did I not command you to do whatever it takes? I paid you to deliver results, not excuses!" He tried to call her a barbarian, but she let out a diabolical laugh. "I will take it. I will take it despite everything." When he asked how, she said with absolute conviction: "Simple. I will steal it from him, just as he stole it from me. And you are going to help me."
When he refused, citing the risk, she strode to the window, flung it wide, took a deep breath, and screamed: "Everyone! The identity of the Black Mask is—" Before she could finish, he lunged and covered her mouth. She slammed her high heel into his foot, making him howl in pain. "Don't touch me with your filthy hands, you disgusting man!" She sat back down with terrifying composure. "Either help me, or be exposed. Choose your own demise." He finally yielded. She commanded with absolute power: "In two days, we go to the Eastern Duchy. I am reclaiming what is mine." When he protested that it was never hers to begin with, she barked: "Shut up before I break your teeth!"