After a day of classes ended, Lyr had just arrived at the office, intending to pack up a few remaining things and head home.
Before he reached the door, Aoyuewa came running over with an anxious look.
Thinking the other had encountered something, Lyr was about to ask.
“Lyr, you’re finally here. I was just about to go find you.”
“Looking for me?” Lyr instinctively thought it was the Academy Councilor coming to find him again.
After his last conversation with Lulong, did the other have something else to tell him?
“Yes.”
Aoyuewa’s face showed urgency, as if he had heard something very frightening.
“It seems something happened to your maids. They came here covered in injuries.”
Lyr was stunned, and immediately thought of Yilu.
He and Tif were both at the Academy, so if something happened, it would be Yilu.
“Where are they now?”
“Right at the office entrance.”
“Good, thanks. Take these for me.”
Without time to ask more, Lyr shoved the items in his hands into Aoyuewa’s arms and immediately ran ahead.
By the time he reached the office entrance, Lyr saw the two maids at a glance.
They were completely disheveled, with blood stains on parts of their skirts.
They supported each other, standing cautiously, like two frightened birds with nowhere to go, trembling there.
“How did you two end up like this?” Lyr stepped forward and asked.
He tried to keep his voice restrained, but it still attracted the attention of the other teachers inside the room.
From earlier, they had seen those two standing timidly there, occasionally peeking inside.
That’s why they had Aoyuewa go check, but after a brief exchange with the two, he ran off, leaving them puzzled about what was going on.
The two exchanged glances, and on their dirt-covered faces, tears finally couldn’t be held back as they cried out to Lyr.
“Young Master, we don’t know what happened either. Today, as we were about to send Miss Yilu back here, we were suddenly attacked by someone, and then Miss Yilu was taken away.”
The two spoke and sobbed, full of self-reproach.
Lyr’s eyes widened. Now he finally understood why Tif had been so angry when she heard he had been attacked outside last time.
It had nothing to do with anything else—attacking the Geno family’s carriage was already beyond the level of provocation against the entire Geno family.
He roughly guessed who would dare do this, but Lyr still lowered his tone, trying to stay calm. “Did you see who it was?”
One of them shook her head. “She was wearing a cloak. We couldn’t see her face, but she was terrifying. She even killed several guards.”
Thinking of the scene when they left, the two couldn’t help trembling.
Pools of blood and the struggling images of dying guards were no less than a nightmare, sending chills down their spines.
“That again.” Lyr gritted his teeth, unable to suppress the anger on his face.
“Young Master.”
Growing up, Lyr had always been calm and smiling in their eyes. Today was the first time they saw him so angry.
“Will Miss Yilu be okay?”
That person was so brutal—on their way here, they weren’t worried about how Lyr and Tif would scold them; they were worried about Yilu’s condition.
“It’s fine. She’ll be okay.” Lyr’s voice began to tremble.
It was the change from trying desperately to control his fury.
He unconsciously clenched his fist, veins bulging.
And inside his body, two forces collided, faint lightning flickering in his eyes, followed by a black aura spreading from his fingertips.
The massive magical power that had been suppressed broke through the restraints again and began to manifest.
A few of the older teachers, seeing this, stood up in surprise from their seats and came out to stare at Lyr in this state.
Under normal circumstances, magical power inside the body requires magical formulas and incantations to be channeled and used to cast spells.
But for Lyr to make his magical power visible without relying on these, it could only mean that the magical power within him was terrifyingly immense.
If he didn’t have a human appearance, he could even be classified as a magical beast.
Negative emotions swirled around, and Lyr did not resist. Never had he wanted to vent them so much. He muttered, “I’ll kill that person.”
This was the first time he wanted to kill someone driven by emotion.
The surrounding trees began to sway without wind under the magical power emanating from Lyr.
“Young Master…” The two maids stepped back, also sensing that the Lyr before them was not the one they were familiar with.
Just as Lyr was about to be consumed by his emotions, not knowing what state he would fall into, a voice sounded from not far away.
“Brother.”
Tif’s voice came, snapping Lyr back to reality.
Lyr turned to look at her and saw Tif staring back in disbelief.
Belatedly, Lyr raised his palm. On the back of his hand, the black aura slowly receded, and then a magic array imprint began to appear on it.
A distant memory was evoked. When he had killed that girl back then, it was this hand she had held.
At that time, Lyr clearly saw countless forbidden runes climbing up his arm and finally sinking into his body.
If before he had been suppressed by the Thunder Fairy’s power, now it had completely emerged and taken form.
Elsewhere, deep in a dim dungeon.
Yilu was thrown heavily against the wall, her whole body smashing into it.
The rough treatment along the way left her body in pain, even breathing felt like a sting.
In front of her, Nie Qi took off her cloak, revealing her face and her striking red hair.
“Descendant of the Nightmare Witch, allow me to reintroduce myself: the Devouring Witch, or you can call me Classmate Nie Qi.”
She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. That head of red hair began to fade, turning into the appearance everyone had seen at the Academy.
“You bastard.” Yilu gritted her teeth, but the pain in her abdomen made her cough uncontrollably.
“I originally didn’t want to use this method. I wanted to wait until you were twisted by the curse and began to crave the witch’s power, seeking out the Nightmare Witch’s legacy on your own. But your actions have truly disappointed me.”
Nie Qi stepped forward, raised her foot, and casually stepped on Yilu’s hand.
The sound of bones cracking was clear in the dark room. Even though Yilu maintained her stubbornness, she couldn’t withstand the pain, and blood began to seep from between her clenched teeth.
“As a witch, you don’t deserve that kind of peaceful life. Being constantly drowned in pain is what you should maintain.”
Nie Qi continued to apply pressure, enjoying the expression on Yilu’s face before her.