Catherine’s red lips were slightly parted on the sofa, her tipsiness not yet faded.
Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall down her slender waist, and her black-rimmed glasses hung halfway on her pretty face.
Her eyebrows and hair were both the color of ice and snow.
Her skin, even more captivating to the eye, seemed truly like ice and jade.
After drinking, it looked even more lustrous, radiating the brilliance of a goddess, adding a touch of delicate fragility.
Lorevil glanced at Catherine, recalling the forcibly fed experience from earlier, still shuddering at the memory.
‘I can’t believe Catherine actually darkened. That was terrifying!’
Catherine’s Darkening Blood Bar had already dropped to ten percent.
Clearly, sleep had stabilized her mental state, meaning Lorevil was temporarily safe.
Lorevil let out a long sigh and said, “Okay, now we just need to put her back in the bedroom.”
But at that moment, Catherine’s body exuded an intoxicating aura.
Lorevil didn’t even know where to put her hands.
It wasn’t that Lorevil had never seen Catherine before.
But today, Catherine looked far too beautiful.
There wasn’t a trace of coldness about her.
She seemed like a gentle girl next door, sleeping peacefully in her uniform.
“Here goes!”
Lorevil gritted her teeth, helped Catherine up, and stumbled toward the bedroom.
Under the influence of the alcohol, the snow-haired girl’s cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, making her look breathtaking.
“Huff… huff…”
As she walked, Lorevil complained, “Why is Teacher Catherine so heavy?”
If Catherine had heard that, she would have been furious.
After all, she had suspected the same thing—that she had gained weight, which was why Lorevil had been avoiding her.
Lorevil placed Catherine on the soft bed and then pulled the blanket over her.
Looking at Catherine’s flushed, sleeping face, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed as if she were having an uneasy dream, Lorevil shook her head.
Catherine’s exterior was hard, but her heart was fragile.
That was why, after Lorevil had won the bet against Laide’an, she had shown a side so different from usual.
Just like her identity—it was destined that she could never show weakness in front of others.
Truly pitiful.
“First, I need to wash off the smell of alcohol and Catherine’s scent, then I’ll figure out the rest.”
Lorevil pulled her gaze away from Catherine’s lovely figure, feeling both distressed and helpless.
It seemed that cultivating Bloodline energy was an urgent matter!
If she could reach Catherine’s level of a Fourth-level Blood Domain Lord, she wouldn’t have been so passive, completely at her mercy.
But ironically, it was precisely because of the bet in the Blood Hunting Ground that Lorevil’s Blood Qi had been depleted.
“Come to think of it, Catherine coming to find me on her own must have been for some reason.”
Lorevil reconsidered.
She had just promised Teacher Jerwen to work hard on improving her strength, and then Catherine showed up, specifically asking about her.
Analyzing it this way, could it be that Teacher Catherine was also keeping an eye on her?
The thought flashed through her mind as Lorevil headed for the bathroom.
After showering, drying her wet silver hair, and changing into her own clothes, Lorevil glanced at the time and said in surprise, “It’s already been four hours.”
She sent a message to Noxia: “Noxia, sorry. I might be back a bit late. Something came up at the academy. I’ll come back to be with you now.”
Lorevil looked at Catherine in the bed and had just closed the door, ready to leave, when suddenly there was a knock—knock knock knock.
“Sister? It’s me, Villody. Are you in?”
Villody?
Lorevil froze.
Why is Teacher Catherine’s younger sister here?
Then she thought about it.
That made sense.
After all, the bet between Lorevil and Laide’an had become known to many Blood Clan members.
Villody had just finished school, so of course, she would come rushing over to ask her sister for the details.
Lorevil looked down at herself.
She had just bathed, her silver-white hair still damp.
Although she was wearing her own clothes, if Villody saw her, there would be no hiding it.
It would only make things worse.
If Villody found out, Catherine’s Darkening Blood Bar would shoot right back up, and then Lorevil would be in trouble.
“Huh? What’s going on? No answer? Didn’t Sister come back?”
Villody, with her beautiful blonde hair, frowned in confusion and pulled out her keys.
“I’ll just wait inside for Sister to come back.”
Villody thought Catherine might not have returned yet.
She had just heard about Laide’an harassing her sister and had gone to the Blood Hunting Ground to check. Seeing that it was already over, she hurried back.
Without time to overthink, Lorevil looked around the living room.
No good.
There was only a desk and a sofa—nowhere to hide.
Next to the bed, however, there was a wardrobe, which was the best place to conceal herself.
The key turned in the lock with a click, sounding like a death knell.
Lorevil gritted her teeth and had no choice but to return to the bedroom.
The girl quickly pulled open the wardrobe door, slipped inside, and closed it behind her, leaving only a tiny crack.
Lorevil held her breath and peered out through the crack.
The wardrobe was stuffed with Catherine’s daily clothes, all smelling of her familiar scent.
The clothes were packed tightly, so Lorevil had to curl up, holding onto something to steady herself, pressing as close to the corner as possible.
Click—
Villody walked in with her keys, still wearing the dark academy uniform.
She glanced around the living room.
No sister.
She only saw two empty bento boxes and an empty bottle of blood wine on the table.
“Did Sister finish the blood wine and go out?”
Villody shook her golden curls, looking puzzled.
Because of the Blood Jade she always carried, Catherine rarely went out.
Normally, she wouldn’t leave the Holy Blood Academy unless it was an emergency.
Lorevil heard Villody tidying up and knew she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. A wave of anxiety washed over her.
Noxia was still waiting for her back at the mansion!
After cleaning up, Villody headed toward Catherine’s bedroom.
“Sister? How did you fall asleep?”
Pushing open the bedroom door, she saw Catherine in bed.
Villody was stunned for a moment, then frowned in exasperation and said, “Looks like it’s the same as always. She can’t hold much alcohol at all. She’s so drunk she doesn’t even know I’m here.”
Through the crack, Lorevil saw a pair of delicate, fair calves walk in.
Without needing to think, she knew the girl was Villody.
The girl in the crack was delicate and pretty, with a hint of arrogance.
But in terms of temperament and looks, she fell three points short of Catherine.
Villody stood by the bed for a moment, her gaze sweeping the area before finally pausing where Lorevil had helped Catherine lie down.
What is she looking at?
Cold sweat broke out on Lorevil’s palms.
She only then noticed that one of her silver-white hairs had accidentally fallen onto Catherine’s clothes.
That striking color stood out vividly against the dark uniform.
Fortunately, Villody wasn’t very observant.
She only glanced at it and then looked away, perhaps thinking it was one of Catherine’s own silver hairs. She didn’t think much of it.
Close call!
Lorevil breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she saw Villody’s gaze fall on Catherine’s neck.
A red string was visible there, with a warm Blood Jade tied at the end.
“Oh, right. The family elders specifically told me to take the Blood Jade back for safekeeping while Sister wasn’t paying attention. They said the academy has been unsettled lately.”
The golden-haired girl muttered to herself, as if convincing herself, and reached out to untie the Blood Jade.