The commotion on the street quickly drew the attention of the guards, who rushed toward it.
Beside the already broken carriage, Yilu stared intently at the figure before her.
She descended slowly, like the protagonist of a stage play.
As her toes touched the ground, the thorny vines spreading across the ground automatically wrapped around her, adorning her.
The bloody scene made those nearby afraid to approach, treating her like a demon. Only Yilu stood in opposition to her.
“You really are a lingering spirit. I didn’t come after you, yet you dare to show yourself.”
Even now, Yilu was still concerned about the other’s knowledge of her brother’s whereabouts.
But whether it was the opponent’s strength or her strange state, it didn’t seem easy to get the truth out of her.
“How can you say that?” The figure stood still, the magic power emanating from her body sending chills down one’s spine. “I’ve been watching you all along, never taking my eyes off you for a moment.”
“That’s disgusting.”
Regardless of whether the other was male or female, such twisted words made Yilu want to vomit.
“What a shame. Even though I’ve already triggered your curse, you still stand here like an ordinary person.”
“Maybe I’m just lucky.”
Yilu knew clearly that it was Lyr’s help that allowed her to do so.
“Oh? But do you know, as a witch, that’s not allowed.” The figure raised her hand, and a magical formation condensed into a circle around her wrist. “If I had known, I would have taken you away that day instead of letting me see such an unpleasant sight now.”
Seeing that the opponent was about to strike again, Yilu quickly said to the two maids behind her, “You two run!”
“But what about you, Miss Yilu?”
“She’s after me. If you’re here…”
Before she could finish, several thorny vines lunged like venomous snakes.
Yilu had just noticed and tried to chant a spell to defend herself.
But facing the attack now so close, it was already too late.
In an instant, her entire body was sent flying, slamming heavily into the house behind her.
Amid the dust, several blood-red thorny vines stretched taut.
“Heh.” The figure walked along the vines, casually waved a hand, and a gentle breeze cleared all the dust, revealing Yilu’s form.
On the wall of the ruined house, Yilu’s body was pinned there, her limbs bound tightly by the thorny vines.
Blood dripped continuously from where she was restrained.
“I told you, your power is too weak before me,” the figure said. “A broken witch bloodline.”
The pain made Yilu, who had just recovered from her illness, frown.
She gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at the approaching figure.
“That’s the expression I wanted,” the figure stopped in front of Yilu. “Resentment, full of fierceness yet powerless, like an ant held in someone’s palm.”
Although her previous goal had not been achieved, seeing this expression now gave her some compensation.
Yilu sneered, “Too bad. The regret you mentioned—I haven’t felt a shred of it yet. Even I’m disappointed.”
If anything, she felt a bit grateful to the other.
The figure clicked her tongue. That was exactly what she hated.
She reached out and grabbed Yilu’s chin. “Even though we are both witches, you live such a peaceful life, just like the Nightmare Witch. It’s disgusting to even think about. No wonder you’re from the same bloodline.”
Those in pain find the happiness of their kind like a thorn in their clothing, scratching uncomfortably.
“But it’s over now.” She slowly raised her head, her cloak trembling with the movement, partially revealing her face. “I think my patience is running thin. Waiting for you any longer—I might as well use you directly to find what I want.”
Yilu was about to respond, but her eyes fell on the face lifted up, and she widened her eyes in shock.
Under the cloak, amid scarlet eyes, was a face twisted in a grin.
But it was this face that gave Yilu the direction for the strange sense of familiarity she had felt.
Noticing Yilu’s expression, the figure said mockingly, “Don’t you recognize me, classmate Yilu? I’ve missed you these past few days without seeing you.”
“It’s you. The transfer student.”
“Already forgotten my name? I had a nice talk with you, you know.”
Nie Qi’s hand continued to squeeze. This time, the pain made it impossible for Yilu to speak, as if she was about to crush her jawbone.
“Can’t take it? Our time together is just beginning. I hope you can hold out and give me some fun.”
The nearby guards arrived. Seeing the situation, they immediately drew their swords and shouted, “Let her go!”
“Where did this scum come from?” Nie Qi turned her head, her expression instantly turning cold and harsh. “If it weren’t for the fact that I deliberately took on this identity for convenience, this city wouldn’t be so peaceful right now.”
Seeing that Nie Qi showed no sign of letting Yilu go, several guards stepped forward with their swords.
But before they could get close, the thorny vines on the ground, as if disturbed, coiled upward.
As the guards blocked, a brief clash of blades was heard, and then the vines shot through their necks.
In a single encounter, blood splattered, the vines stained red, and the guards fell one by one, clutching their slit throats with pained faces.
Nie Qi’s face was calm and emotionless. This was nothing unusual for her, just like the incidents with those guys outside not long ago.
“Looks like someone here will disturb us.”
She lightly hooked her hand, and her body rose into the air, flying away into the distance, leaving only a pool of blood behind.
The maids, snapping out of their panic, belatedly reacted. One rushed out and looked in the direction Nie Qi had left, but there was no trace of her.
Still in shock, her face turned even paler as she quickly ran to ask the other, “What do we do? Miss Yilu has been taken away.”
In all their time at House Geno, they had never encountered such a thing.
As Tif had said, no one in the Royal Capital dared to lay a hand on the Geno Family.
This was all unexpected.
The other maid’s breathing was erratic, as if she still hadn’t recovered from the shock.
Suddenly remembering something, the slightly calmer maid said, “Find Young Master Lyr. We have to tell him.”
“Right, right, find the young master,” the other agreed.
They had been escorting Yilu to the Academy and then picking up Tif, never expecting this to happen on the way.
The most urgent thing now was to go to the Academy and inform Lyr and Tif of what had happened.
Neglecting their disheveled appearance, the two helped each other up and hurriedly ran toward the Academy.