After a night of turmoil, calm returned with the Thunder Fairy’s disappearance.
Only Yilu clenched her fists, a stubbornness not yet receding.
No matter what high-level being that figure was, it couldn’t erase its assessment of her, and that’s why she was so angry.
When she finally caught her breath, the earlier terror and subsequent anger left Yilu feeling lightheaded.
Her whole body felt like a deflated ball, and she stumbled back a step, nearly falling.
Lyr quickly reached out and steadied her. Still dizzy, Yilu subconsciously touched her forehead. When she looked up, she noticed Lyr watching her with an indescribably subtle expression.
“Everything you’re seeing now is normal, right?” Lyr asked.
Throughout the whole ordeal, this was what had concerned and worried him.
Belatedly, Yilu opened her eyes wide and looked around. The strange and eerie images had vanished, and everything before her had returned to normal.
Tif and Teanya, along with the maid outside the door, cast strange glances at her.
“It seems there really is no problem now,” Yilu said slowly.
“That’s good,” Lyr nodded, finally understanding what the method to suppress the curse was.
It wasn’t himself, as that witch had said, but the Thunder Fairy. However, this suppression didn’t seem to be something that could be used casually—that was the only part Lyr hadn’t figured out.
Seeing that Yilu was fine, the whole ordeal finally ended.
The maids briefly tidied up Yilu’s room, and the others went about their own business.
Late into the night, in Tif’s room, Teanya and Tif were sleeping in the same bed.
“Hey, Tif, are you asleep?” Teanya couldn’t help asking in the dark.
After Tif didn’t come home, the two had been sleeping in the same dormitory like this, and such things had long become normal.
Tif frowned—even though she had been exhausted all day, she still couldn’t sleep, which annoyed her. Now being called by this person made her even more irritable.
“If you have something to say, say it quickly.” Tif turned over and looked at Teanya.
“I’ll just say one thing,” Teanya held up a finger and continued, “Since we first learned about Yilu, we’ve never seen her give anyone a friendly look. But just now, she didn’t avoid your brother’s contact at all—in fact, it seemed like she was used to it.”
She had asked similar questions many times, to the point that Tif didn’t want to respond and simply turned away. She just wanted to ask what the relationship between Lyr and Yilu really was.
Bringing her home time and again made it hard not to speculate.
“Him? He’s just an idiot,” Tif commented as always. “What kind of relationship could those two have?”
Having said that, Tif couldn’t help sighing.
They hadn’t had much contact with Yilu before, but as classmates, they had seen many scenes involving her.
At the beginning of the school year, many boys tried to approach her, and each time Yilu showed an extremely disgusted expression.
One more serious incident was when a boy deliberately pestered Yilu, even trying to grab her sleeve as she walked away, and was injured by Yilu’s magic.
That incident caused quite a stir, and it was also the first time Yilu received a severe punishment, nearly being expelled.
But Lyr’s actions just now—in the past, it would have been good if Yilu hadn’t instinctively shaken him off.
On the contrary, it seemed Yilu had long grown accustomed to it.
Sometimes, subtle behaviors can prove more than words.
At the very least, it showed that Yilu didn’t reject Lyr’s presence and was used to it.
Their interactions seemed more frequent than Tif had imagined.
Whether intentional or not, Tif had already warned Lyr to be careful with his contact with Yilu.
But up to now, Tif had no idea whether Lyr had actually listened.
“Sleep,” Tif turned around. “If you’re so curious, go ask Miss Yilu yourself tomorrow.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” Teanya pouted.
When she first learned of Yilu’s existence, she was terrified, afraid of provoking her. Now, asking herself would be no different from seeking death.
She only dared to gossip behind her back with Tif.
In the dead of night, Lyr lay in bed. Though his eyes were closed, his mind was filled with the Thunder Fairy’s figure and the implication in its gaze.
If his guess was correct, combined with what Tif had brought back, then there was only one possibility for that previous figure—another witch—to appear here.
She, too, had come seeking the power of a certain witch, just as that witch from long ago had come to the kingdom.
The difference was that this witch was not as friendly as that one from long ago.
There was another thing that bothered Lyr.
‘Does Yilu really want to become a witch?’
She carried the witch bloodline within her—this had been confirmed more than once, after all, even the Thunder Fairy said so.
But did that girl really understand the terror of witches?
At the very least, the two witches he had encountered could not be described by common sense.
If it weren’t for the Thunder Spirit Sword, he wouldn’t have returned—he might have died in the frontier back then, let alone slain that girl.
“Yes, I do want to.”
A sudden voice came from the darkness, responding to Lyr’s words.
Lyr, who had just been feeling drowsy and was about to drift off, was startled. He quickly sat up and scrambled backward on the bed, trying to distance himself from the direction of the voice.
Without noticing, he tumbled off the other side of the bed.
“Ssh—”
His head hit the floor first, and Lyr let out a pained sound.
“Am I that scary?”
Rubbing the back of his head, Lyr peeked out. In the dim room, he squinted for a moment before recognizing the visitor.
“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”
Lyr was so astonished he didn’t know what to say about Yilu standing on the other side of the bed.
The turmoil of the past two days would have been too much for anyone—he himself was barely hanging on.
Tonight, with the Thunder Fairy’s help, her curse had finally been suppressed. Yet the first thing she thought of wasn’t to rest properly.
“I… I can’t sleep.”
Lyr rubbed his brow.
“Are you afraid those images will come back?”
“Mm,” Yilu admitted without concealment.
Her bandaged injured foot’s toes fidgeted back and forth.
This was the first time she had so openly expressed her vulnerability to someone.
“Yeah, I suppose. We can’t be sure how long the Thunder Fairy’s power will last on you.”
He could suppress the curse because he was someone who had received the Thunder Fairy’s blessing—Yilu was not.
No one knew whether the Thunder Fairy’s help was temporary or permanent.
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