Her figure soon merged into the bustling crowd.
The two guards stood in place for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.
“Hey… don’t you think that girl is a little…”
“Shut up! Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask! She has a connection with the Saintess and the Knight Commander. She is not someone we can discuss.”
Despite saying that, the two men exchanged a look, both seeing the same emotion in each other’s eyes.
“Fear.”
They felt that they hadn’t just let a young girl into the city to visit a relative.
They had let in a disaster that was about to sweep through the Royal Capital.
Lilith walked along the wide streets of the Royal Capital.
None of the surrounding prosperity could enter her sight. In her world, there was only one thing.
“Find Brother.”
“Catch Brother.”
Then, one by one, crush every single bug that dared to covet him.
Beneath her cloak, her hand tightly gripped that photograph.
‘Brother, the scent on your body has become so cluttered.’
‘There is the scent of Holy Light, the scent of rust, and another… hmm, a very unfamiliar, sweet, and cloying scent.’
‘Did you make new friends again?’
‘It doesn’t matter.’
‘Soon, only my scent will remain in your world.’
She walked up to a bulletin board where a massive poster was pasted, advertising the upcoming Royal Academy Festival Ball.
The poster depicted elegant gowns and men and women dancing together.
As Lilith looked at the poster, the smile on the corners of her lips grew more brilliant.
“A ball…”
“How nice.”
“It’s the perfect opportunity to clean up all the obstacles at once.”
“Brother, our game should come to an end.”
***
Inside a toilet stall, Lynn leaned against the cold wooden partition, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
Outside, the wire used for picking the lock made a *click, click* scraping sound.
Every noise felt like it was scraping against his nerves.
“Student Lynn, don’t force us to take action,” the sweet voice of the Saintess Support Association president sounded incredibly sinister at this moment.
“Be a man! Don’t hide like a coward!” the captain of the Personal Guard paced impatiently outside.
It was over.
Lynn closed his eyes.
He had been backed into a corner.
Just as he was prepared to throw caution to the wind and burst through the door to fight them…
“Ah—!”
Suddenly, a short scream echoed from outside.
This was followed by several dull thuds of heavy objects hitting the floor.
The sound of picking the lock stopped.
The noise in the corridor vanished.
There was a deathly silence.
Lynn held his breath, not daring to move an inch.
What happened? Did a teacher from the Academy arrive?
*Knock, knock.*
The door of the stall was tapped gently twice.
Lynn flinched in fright.
“Brother.”
A soft, sweet voice drifted through the door.
“That voice…”
Lynn’s pupils suddenly constricted.
“It’s me, Lilith.”
“I’ve come to take you home.”
Lynn felt the blood in his entire body go cold.
He turned his head stiffly toward the thin wooden door, looking at it as if he were staring at the gates of hell.
He didn’t respond.
The person outside didn’t rush him either, simply waiting in silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Lynn’s hand trembled as he slowly pulled back the bolt.
The door opened with a *creak*.
Out in the corridor, the two groups from the Saintess Support Association and the Knight Captain’s Personal Guard were sprawled all over the floor.
They weren’t bleeding, but their eyes were rolled back, they were foaming at the mouth, and their bodies were twitching.
They had clearly lost consciousness.
And Lilith—the sister from his memories—stood in the middle of this mess.
She wore a black travel cloak and a pure, innocent smile.
In her ink-colored pupils, Lynn’s terrified face was clearly reflected.
“Brother, why are you hiding in a place like this?”
Lilith tilted her head, her tone carrying a hint of innocent confusion.
“It’s so dirty here. You’ll ruin your clothes.”
As she spoke, she naturally reached out and grabbed Lynn’s wrist.
Her hand was small and very cold.
But the strength behind it was shockingly immense, like an iron vise clamping down on his bone.
Lynn tried to pull away, only to find he couldn’t move at all.
“Are these your new friends?”
Lilith’s gaze swept over the twitching people on the floor, and the smile on her face grew even sweeter.
“They seem to be sick. How pitiful.”
Lynn looked at her profile, his throat dry.
He couldn’t say a single word.
When he was changing the data back then, what kind of twisted settings did he give this sister?!
**[Danger Perception System]**
**[Lilith’s Blackening Value: ???]**
A string of question marks flashed crazily before his eyes, emitting a piercing alarm.
For the first time, the System was displaying corrupted code.
“It’s so lively outside.”
Lilith completely ignored the “patients” on the floor. She pulled Lynn and pointed toward the other end of the corridor.
“It looks like there’s some kind of event happening. Shall we go take a look?”
Her tone was that of a question.
But her actions were an undeniable drag.
Lynn was pulled along by her, stumbling forward.
He glanced back at the “corpses” littering the floor and then at Lilith’s slender back.
A chill rushed from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
He had escaped one cage only to fall into an even more terrifying abyss.
The noise of the Academy Festival grew closer and closer.
Lilith pulled Lynn through the crowd to the Academy Central Plaza.
A massive stage had been temporarily erected there, and a group of students in various costumes were busy setting things up.
“Emergency recruitment for actors for ‘The Prince’s Revenge’! Who wants to play the third tree? We’re about to start!”
A student director wearing a hat was holding a megaphone, sweating profusely from anxiety.
“The third tree?”
Lynn’s eyes lit up.
“A tree was perfect!”
A tree didn’t need to speak or move; it just had to stand there as a background prop!
This was a role practically tailor-made for him!
“Me, me, me! I’ll do it!”
Lynn broke free from Lilith’s hand, raised his arm high, and shouted with all his might.
Right now, he only wanted to find a place to hide—the further away from this terrifying sister, the better.
Seeing someone volunteer, the student director acted as if he had been granted a divine pardon and immediately rushed over.
“That’s great, fellow student! Quick, quick, the costumes are over there!”
Lynn was about to bolt toward the backstage.
“Wait.”
A cold voice caused Lynn’s footsteps to freeze in place.
Alicia, dressed in a holy white gown, walked over slowly.
Behind her were several high-ranking members of the Support Association, each with a grim expression.
“Student Lynn, how could you play a tree?”
A perfect smile hung on Alicia’s face, but her gaze was fixed on Lilith.
“With your talent, you should at least play the lead.”
“That’s right.”
Another cold, hard voice rang out. Vivian, dressed in military attire and resting her hand on the hilt of her sword, approached from the other side.
Her eyes were also locked onto Lilith, filled with scrutiny and hostility.
“Only the role of the Prince is worthy of him,” Vivian said succinctly.
The student director looked at Alicia and then at Vivian.
Cold sweat poured down his face.
These two were the peak figures of the Academy; he couldn’t afford to offend either one of them.