“……Did you……say something just now?”
Lilith’s memory fragmented for a moment, and a cacophony of screams echoed in her mind, causing her expression to flicker with a hint of confusion.
However, Lilith quickly regained her composure.
Her surging soul was like a lake into which a stone had been cast; after a brief ripple, it returned to stillness.
She couldn’t remember anything Amyra had just said.
Only the soft sensation beneath her feet remained, remarkably noticeable.
Hmm although I don’t know what happened, I feel offended somehow…
This princess needs a small punishment.
So Lilith gently wiggled her little foot again, rubbing it around.
“Ugh…… Mm………… Nothing.”
Amyra, startled by the sudden stimulation, was practically sprawled over the desk, red spreading from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her pointed ears.
She grasped Lilith’s ankle, but it couldn’t stop that little foot from continuing its wanton movements between her legs.
She tried to get up and escape, but found her legs so weak they couldn’t support her body.
Amyra wasn’t quite sure what Lilith was doing, or why she kept teasing her body with her foot.
Although Amira sometimes read melodramatic romance novels, like most students in the convent, when it came to sexual matters it was like looking at the moon in water; she knew of it, but had no real avenues to learn more about different ways.
The pure library of the theological academy certainly wouldn’t have those unsightly, vulgar books.
So she had no idea about the various “playstyles” of this old pervert, Lilith.
During her past confinement in the royal city, no one would have taught Amyra those things.
At first, she really just thought Lilith’s feet were a bit cold, which was why she put them between her legs to warm them up.
Thump.
But now as her body grew stranger, a never-before-felt desire arose within her flesh.
It was then that Amyra, in a sudden realization, guessed that this might be what was called lust.
And Amyra also noticed that Lilith had briefly shown the same dazed state she had yesterday evening at the dinner table.
The things she had just mentioned seemed to have been quickly shielded or blocked.
In fact, Lilith’s identity, if one were to investigate with intent, wouldn’t be difficult to uncover.
The traces left by an incredibly powerful legend in this world were simply too deep.
Although most of the corrupted history of the Age of Radiance was indeed difficult to ascertain there were still many things that even the Ideal Kingdom couldn’t completely erase.
For example, the five heroes who pioneered the Age of Radiance.
Many key historical nodes, no matter how hard the Ideal Kingdom tried, couldn’t be thoroughly wiped clean.
Moreover, in this current era, there were quite a few records about this blood kin.
But mentioning things from the Age of Radiance in front of her or rather, mentioning information related to Lilith’s identity, was completely blocked by her.
Had she completely sealed and deleted things from the previous era?
But why do that?
That elven legend didn’t do something like that.
The Ideal Kingdom couldn’t delete the memories of those who lived through that era; they could only, to a certain extent, blockade its dissemination.
Certain corrupted information, when learned by the new generation, would only leave noise in their minds.
Amyra didn’t understand, but she also knew she couldn’t directly mention things that would stimulate Lilith again, as she had just done.
Otherwise she felt that next, Lilith wouldn’t just be tormenting her with her feet.
“You…is this how you’ve maintained your humanity through the long years?”
Facing Amyra’s question, Lilith merely raised an eyebrow, sensing that the previous sensation of distorted time hadn’t reappeared.
So, she responded slightly to Amyra’s confusion.
“Well, regarding humanity, different schools of thought have varying definitions for it.”
“I summarize humanity as emotion, or perhaps desire.”
“For long-lived beings, as they experience too much over the long years, ordinary events struggle to evoke emotional fluctuations within them. It’s like something you encounter for the first time; perhaps you’ll be very excited and thrilled…But what if it’s ten, a hundred, or even a thousand times? Can you still remember that initial sincere feeling?”
“Joy, sadness, pain, happiness, hatred, the pursuit of the future – the desires that constitute humanity will wear down and collapse with the passage of time.”
“After losing emotions, the soul also begins to dissipate, eventually leaving behind an empty husk, with only a few instincts remaining, degenerating into an anomalous entity wandering the world.”
“Of course, desires that exceed the threshold too much can also lead to humanity being devoured. For example, vampires, if completely consumed by their blood-sucking instincts, will fall into bloodthirsty demons.”
“Every race has different degrees to which they might experience the loss of humanity; one cannot generalize.”
“Even humans, who are praised for having the most stable humanity, if they encounter some stimulation beyond their limits, can also experience a drastic drop in sanity…and then degenerate.”
“After all, there are quite a few dangerous alien realms forged from extreme human resentment.”
“But generally…such situations are rare.”
“You half-breeds…The reason you’re not particularly favored by either group is mostly because you’re too prone to losing control.”
“The human part and the exotic part constantly oppose and devour each other within the body. Some dangerous instincts belonging to the exotic side are even more intense than pure-blooded exotics due to unstable bloodlines.”
“What you want to ask me is probably if there’s a way to stabilize the personalities of you young ones, right?”
“After all, Princess, your current face, due to the influence of your dream bloodline, already seems to show signs of humanity deficiency; you can’t even make normal expressions.”
“It would be better not to indulge too much in the dream world you weave for yourself.”
“A little simple and direct sensory stimulation would be better first, as there’s so much at your age that you haven’t experienced.”
Lilith spoke, her foot movements not stopping.
She believed the flexibility of her feet was no worse than her hands; teasing the princess in front of her was more than enough.
It also served to confirm what she had just said.
Strong emotions can, to some extent, maintain the stability of humanity.
As her agile toes continually teased up and down the “gateway,” Amyra’s previously tightly clamped legs could no longer hold out.
After a sudden peak, she completely slumped.
Feeling a slight wetness between her toes, Lilith chuckled and withdrew her foot.
“At your age, even if you’re a half-breed, generally nothing will go wrong as long as you don’t mess around. You don’t need to lock away many memories like I do, only taking them out when needed.”
“Many secret arts are best used after reaching over a hundred years old. Using those secret arts that torment your soul too early can also lead to problems.”
Lilith tapped her own head, looking at Amyra, who was breathing in small gasps, trembling uncontrollably as she lay sprawled on the table.
It was quite like the thrilling sensation of a tutor and student having a secret rendezvous under the desk.
“Eating well, sleeping well, drinking well, and ‘self-generating’ every few days are more effective than any secret art for maintaining humanity.”
“See, your expression right now is quite good.”
Amyra, experiencing such a strange sensation for the first time, took half a day to compose herself and support her body again.
As for what expression she had now she truly didn’t know.
It must have been so dishevelled…